I arrived a few minutes early and was taken upstairs to Peter's office, he was very friendly and looked about the same age as my youngest son.We had c...offee and biscuits and chatted about the job generally. It seemed that Peter was very disorganised, there were papers in piles on his desk, and even on the carpet. We seemed to get on just fine, but he did indicate that he had several applicants for the job.On my way home it began to rain quite heavily, and I did not have my brolly with me. I. We had entered the club in a bar and dance floor area, the music wasn’t too loud to drown out the sound of people talking and laughing together. The lighting was soft and low and the smell of heavy perfume and cologne filled the air. Once my eyes got used to the dim lighting, I could see the place was packed with men and women, both couples and singles of all shapes and sizes, all ages, in different states of dress, semi undress, or wearing sexy outfits. All the old excitement came rushing back. Best I could tell, the vests were going to run about 3 bucks each. I needed two of them. Then there were the walkies. The actual size of the radio was immaterial. I needed to be sure there were blue tooth looking headsets available for them. Enough people had seen the telephones so that they might not to be intimidated by them. It would still allow instant communications between the two of us. Those were going to run at least a buck each, it appeared.Then there were the beanbag firing shotguns. Made up of a figure hugging blue skirt, that came halfway between her knee and thigh, it was just the right length, as long as she didn't bend over too much. The underwear underneath was the pull you in and hold you tight type. After the liposuction left the skin a little loose, and until she had time to go to the gym to tone it, this type of underwear would keep it in check. The white lace push up bra, keeping everything where it should be and giving her the lift she needed, was perfect..