I could see what she meant by the old paint, but also knew it would grow out soon enough. "If you don’t paint them the old paint will be gone within... another week or so. I think they'll look much better that way" I said suggestively."Really? but what about right now. My feet don’t look very sexy" she pondered."I disagree, They are very attractive toes" I almost couldn’t believe I just said that, but sheneeded to hear it as well.What happened next took me by total surprise as she giggled and. It was Neal, a good friend of mine from San Francisco who I had met on the job last year. We spoke for a few minutes and prepared to meet in the lounge later in the evening. Neal said he was visiting an college buddy who lived in Lubbock. I dressed for the evening in my usual conservative professional attire. My long white button down dress, nylons, white bra and panties. We met in the lounge, sat down at a table and chatted the night away. I had a drink called Passion Paradise while Neal had. He thinks it’s disgusting.’ ‘Don’t you give him blow jobs?’ ‘No way, that’s gross.’ ‘You mean to tell me you’ve never put his dick in your mouth and tasted his man sauce?’ ‘CeCe, that’s really disgusting. How could you do that?’ I was starting to get the distinct impression that my best friend was a serious prude, and she needed to learn to let go. Otherwise, I could easily envision her at Betty Ford in her middle-age, babbling about how she was ignored and took to drink to fill a void in her. And boy did I have them. As I watched my fat former friend to learn his habits, I remembered my holographic projector. It was state of the art. It had six projectors that projected the image, a very high quality image. The projectors were very small size wise but very powerful. I set them up around the lounge chair my fat friend favored for his evening cigar and cognac. This was going to be fun.The next night I was waiting for him.He dropped in his chair and lit a cigar. I walked in front of.