The lamp above her door shone with a green light rather than the UV blue of the other doors. It gave her long, silky blonde hair a greenish tinge. She... was the only girl still working in the courtyard and her body looked good enough from a distance for them to climb the stairs for a closer look.She looked even better close up. Coils of green metal, exotic jewellery, looped around the toned limbs of a dancer. She wore a gauzy white blouse over her plain white underwear but it hid nothing, only. Terry stopped. "Did I just suggest a black leather space suit?"Dolores smirked at him, and then pulled her stretchy top taut against her chest."Another function is what I might call program manager, who tracks big picture things to find where you need to swoop. Initially, if she agrees, I'm thinking of Mary Benjamin for that, with her experience in running disaster response. Eventually, though, I'll want to supplement or transfer that role to someone experienced with formal project management. Most of the time his bass guitar and body language did all his talking for him. Right now his chosen instrument was still sitting on it’s stand but the glazed over deer in the headlights look in his eyes spoke volumes. Donnie was spellbound. The source of his enchantment was standing before the three band members. It wasn’t just her tight jeans and a blouse clearly too small for her build. It was her long flowing reddish brown hair,her light freckled skin,the curl of her lips and her bright. Alright, I thought, time for serious experimenting. I stood up and walked towards the door marked "Physically Disabled". I hesistated for quite some time before opening it and stepping inside. There was just one room behind the door and a lock on the door like in public toilets. I shut the door and looked at the girl sitting in front of me, white, about 25 years old with big bloodshot eyes, dark blonde hair that stuck to her forehead with sweat and blood and fantastically big tits. She sat on.