We parked at the curb and got out. We had to walk the half block left to get to my place. There were big vans with TV logos on them, men and one woman... with cameras pointed toward the entrance, and a bunch of perfect hair dos on imperfect people yelling questions.Just as we got there, some idiot with blow dried hair and brain to match screamed at Hank, one of the two mechanics working for me, "The people have the right to know."Hank had a breaker bar in his hand. He waved it at the TV reporter. ”I am beginning to feel that way,” “I thought so” she retorted.As we continued lunch she said “I’d like you to explore this because I know you will love it, I can tell from the way you look at me when I am dressed in a skirt or dress, I can see that look of envy in your eyes." She went on……"imagine wearing silky nylon panties, a nylon and lace slip underneath a pretty skirt or dress. She said nearly all of my dresses and skirts are made of softer fabrics as you have now seen which I like. Or about anything else, for that matter. That blank, dreamy sensation felt so good that Bev wasn’t sure if she’d ever be able to shake it permanently. But she needed to try. Bev focused on that thought, ignoring the treacherous whisper in the back of her head that asked, ‘Why?’ She needed to try because she couldn’t trust Mona (but she could, she could trust her intimately and completely.) She needed to try because she wasn’t into girls (but Mona was special, different, her warm, wet pussy was. Most likely he’ll be on non-medical probation for a time, and that means he would have to recuse himself from hiring decisions and decisions on the Match as well. They have to do SOMETHING, and I think they are trying to strike a balance between how bad this would look and how bad it would look if it got out that there was no punishment.”“That makes sense. I take it ‘non-medical’ means he can continue to practice and supervise?”“Yes. If it was medical probation, he’d need to have someone sign.