He asked should he fetch theother two or would we start with these. I felt that with the amount ofthings in the bags doing them one at a time was more... logical. Cynthia hadindicated that things were roughly grouped in the bags.When we emptied the first bag onto the bed we found it was all underwear.I got Chris to work sorting it into piles before we took a closer look ateach item. In the end we had one pile or girdles, another with bras,slips and petticoats were in the third group. The final. The following Friday night was the date of the reunion. I finished up at work and headed home to shower and get ready. Once I had showered, I headed into my bedroom to get dressed. I put my dress on and loved the way that it looked on me. It bought out a lot of my curves and I was very happy. I finished up getting ready and made my way into the living room to wait for my ride. My friend eventually arrived and after telling my husband that I was leaving, we were on our way. The hotel wasn't too. I wrapped my head around what I had to. Nobody else was going to do it for me. If I didn't want to live under a bridge then I had home economics to deal with. I bought a new laptop that I hoped that I could depend on and installed Quicken on it. I proceeded to track my income and expenses.I received half my old paycheck per month from an Illinois teacher's retirement fund that I'd been paying into for the last twelve years. Since I was considered disabled, my federal retirement pay had kicked. They stood out almoststraight. Taking the silk maids outfit I slipped it over my head anddown my body. The skirt stood straight out. Even if I bent a little myruffled panties would be exposed. I struggled to attach the straps ofmy 8" heels. Placing the maids cap in my big hair I put on the lacegloves that had a strap that passed over my middle finger allowing mypink nails to show. As I stood I looked at myself in the mirror and sawa tall thin maid in the mirror whose boobs were almost falling.