Janet, a striking federal agent, finds herself in a sweltering Nuevo Leon day. Her uniform, a tight, unforgiving black and white, does little to conceal her curves as she prowls the streets. The heat, both outside and within, becomes too much. Janet finds a secluded alley, her hand sliding down her body, beneath the hem of her skirt, to the damp, aching center of her need. She leans against the wall, her breath ragged, fingers moving in a dance as old as time, bringing herself to a climax that leaves her gasping.