She already loved her employees, and it sounds like they reciprocated the feeling. "No," she teased me, "no new boyfriend yet." When we finished and h...ung up I felt a little better. I picked up the few items we were out of; toilet paper, ribs for the grill and a few other little things, and was waiting in the checkout line when I realized that I recognized the attractive lady in front of me. It was Ginger, a girl I had a major crush on in high school, my first love. How I'd wished back then not. Over and over. Each time thinkingthat will be the time it finally goes over the edge and crashes onto thefloor." She grinned at me. "Took you long enough to crash, Peej." Well, I don't know if we're together now. I mean, together together. Yeah,we went on a date. A single date. But that's it." That's it?" she did not sound convinced.Shrugging, I looked away. "I guess, you know, we've kissed ... and stuff."An eyebrow arched at that last bit, but my friend, amazingly, didn'tcomment.Though I. Divorce would've left me penniless, and the bitch knew that verywell. I had no real choice. What the fuck, I thought. I'd let the bitchhave her little revenge. Well, as you can probably guess, she failed tomention what these clothes would do to me. If I ever get my hands onthat harlot..." her voice trailed off.This time Sophie had a hard time containing her laughter. She wasbiting her lips so hard they became white."For me," she finally spoke, "it was less melodramatic. One evening Iwent to bed. I glance at my reflection in the floor to ceiling mirror. I pull my stomach muscles in, then relax, silently berating myself for thinking an attractive girl half my age is going to give a dam what I look like, she’s just doing her job.She knocks gently on the door and slips inside, and I feel so self-conscious as I feel her running her eyes over me.She licks her lips as she crouches down, holding the harness open, her eyes level with my knickers and I cringe slightly, knowing that all the talk.