" You... didn't... again." It's all right, Tim. It doesn't matter. I love you," she said reaching over and snuggling on his shoulder. He was soon asle...ep and Jan lay in the dark, her nest aching to be filled, her mind conjuring images of bikinis, bare breasts and a handsome neighbor's lips against hers.The following day when Jan checked their mailbox she found a small package and note among the other mail. Once inside she opened the package and was thrilled and puzzled to find an exquisite. ClarissaClarissa Clemence was a 24-year-old legal secretary that had moved toBristol from South Wales when she was eighteen, first to study and thento work. Nine months ago, she had met a charming man over lunch and itwasn't long before she was sharing much more than a chicken salad withMichael Cole.For the last few months she had been expecting her boyfriend to proposeto her, such was her perception of their relationship.Upon meeting Jenny, she too had desperately wanted to hate her rival. I took her in my arms and held her. She cried on my shoulder as though her heart were breaking. I cuddled her and stroked her hair for what seemed a long time. Finally, she regained her control. She looked up at me. “Thanks, Mike. I’m sorry to cast a pall over such a lovely evening.” “Shannon, in your shoes I’m sure I’d be in even worse shape.” She grinned. “But I’m not wearing shoes.” “OK, in your stockings then.” I grinned back at her, happy that she found some humour in the situation. “Let’s. As he walked away I looked down at my legs, the outline of the garter straps where showing from under my pants. When it was time for lunch and I was walking out of the room I hear him call my name "please come back and see me". My heart stopped being called to the teacher’s desk thinking what I did. I stood at his desk next to his chair. He reached out and snapped my garter strap and looked up and said “what color is it” without hesitation I said black. He smiled and said have a good lunch. I.