I will do everything that I can to help you, you don’t even have to ask.’ He stood up and came around his desk, taking me in his arms he kissed me..., and that brought back memories of a recurring dream where he would do just that. Unfortunately the kiss that he gave me was nothing like the ones in my dreams. Life really does suck. The rest of the day was spent fielding phone calls from clients asking about the monies that they had invested. I really felt sorry for some of them who had entrusted. You want to come over for a beer and talk?" Be right there," he replied before hanging up.I went to the kitchen, pulled out a few cold ones and returned to the patio as Gary came through the gate. I gestured to a chair and handed him a beer."So what's on your mind?" I asked as I took a sip.Gary nervously looked around before clearing his throat."Uh, is Bonnie here?" he asked tentatively."No, she's gone for the weekend to her parent's place to help out." Oh." What's up? Feel free to speak your. The thought of doing so hadn’t fazed Karen Taylor in the slightest.And So devised by Mistress, the ‘ Nobadge’ account was born. The name of which even now, still amused Karen, who constantly wondered if anyone had yet worked out that Nobadge was actually an anagram. With skilful, if illegal accountancy, certain wealthier clients cash was gradually siphoned into the ghost account ‘Nobadge’. Gradually filling the joint coffers of both Mistress and Slave, until eventually Karen was instructed by. It was very attractive, and it must have been well-made, because it cost $125. If it wasn't well-made, it must have had a hell of a designer's label attached. But where could one attach a label to such a tiny bathing suit?Then it occurred to me. That suit wouldn't do."I don't think that's the suit for you," I told Sally."But why? It's beautiful!" It is beautiful, and you'd look wonderful in it," I agreed. "But it's too ... brief." At home, for swimming I wore nothing!" Sally said.I gave that a.