Eve French cut panties (I like French cuts, they look good on me and don't ride up like a thong), and some nice Italian 3" heels.I got to Joe's work a...bout 7 minutes after leaving my place and called him on my cell phone cause I couldn't see the right building number. He directed me to his office and waved at me from the balcony as I pulled up. I hopped out of my car and he came down the stairs to meet me. We said hi and smiled at each other. We were soon in the office and chatting like old. Couldn't go on this way. I had to try something to make me feel better," she confessed."So ... you were aware of your ... temperament?" Yes, of course. I knew I was unhappy, but I couldn't see how to break out of it. I just wasn't smart enough to get help sooner. I thought it would pass in time," she admitted."And when I spoke to you about it?" I couldn't bring myself to admit I had a problem. I just denied it. I didn't realize how far I had pushed you. I didn't really believe ... or want to. But the story I am going to tell you took place more recently, five or six weeks ago.Well, that's the intro over and done with. Time for a bit of explanation. Some people who are reading this may not have met me before. Well, Hi! Forgive me if I don't mention my name, but my parents don't want thousands of folks coming round the house staring throught the windows and into the garden, trying to catch a glimpse of us girls. We've been the talking point of the whole village for quite long enough. I was underdressed for the Wrigley Mansion. Besides, arriving at the Mansion in the pickup would be embarrassing. The valet parkers would have a good laugh. Argh!"Brunch at the Wrigley Mansion is expensive, Jason. Do you have a trust fund, or something?"He blushed. "Yeah, or something. The summer rates at the resorts are less than I expected, so I thought I'd splurge for brunch." Who twisted her tail?"Resort?" Yes. That's why I suggested you bring a swimming suit with you. Between bouts of love.