You will be ruining it if you do what I know you are planning.I give a go to hell look into the mirror… I start applying lotion to my legs and such.... Minutes later I start applying new make-up to my horrified self.. “Shut up!” I say, as my body starts seeing things my way. My hips swaying as I leave the mirror and sashay to my wardrobe. It takes me no time to find my mid thigh length, burgundy dress. It plunges in the front, showing lots of cleavage. I do have some natural cleavage and as long. I watched her for amoment. She looked so prim and proper in her flight attendant's uniform,perfectly relaxed and composed. I secretly wished I knew how she managedto stay so calm about flying while I was nearly petrified with fear. Mymind wandered to thoughts of what her life might be like, and in astrange way I actually found myself envying her.Once all the passengers boarded the plane, Nami returned to my seat witha drink in her hand. She passed it to me with a cocktail napkin andexplained,. The television filled with video squares showing live scenes from the many cameras surrounding the building. It rotated through the images on a set pattern, eventually scrolling through the interior cameras focused on the entryways and windows. On the second pass, he noticed something on the Main Street entrance camera.Scott walked past the twin guest bedrooms and gaming area. From the street-side entrance, you could access a stairwell that extended to all three floors, including the unfinished. I knew I would have to show some skin for what I planned to do. I wore a skimpy white cotton bra, a tiny black spaghetti strap tank top that showed more of my tits than I am comfortable with, and a short brown miniskirt with small white panties underneath. The skirt was just long enough to bend over, just short enough to advertise to the men I would have to... deal with. I never dress like that, but I was desperate, about to be repo'd or kicked out of my home.I looked at myself in the mirror.