"I got your message that you were going to be late - again," she said. "So it's still going to be half an hour or so." She walked up to me and pressed...in against me, planting a kiss on my lips, then affectionately pecking and licking at my cheeks and neck. I gave a small laugh to express my pleasure.It was a hot day, early summer, and she was dressed for it in just a short jean skirt and a white frilly halter top, with her slightly curled blonde hair pinned back to fall down between her. At the beauty parlor she had her hair cut into a very short little pixie style. Next, some simple eyeliner and lipstick. Then, on to getting her ears pierced and two tiny green emerald stud earrings placed. They matched her eyes exactly. Maria and Helena then took Nikki to a little boutique in Greenwich Village not far from where they lived. Here, Nikki picked out a tight, knit, black mini dress, which left little to the imagination. Nikki couldn't believe what she saw when she looked in the. Henderson was embarrassed to admit that. "I always had a secretary," he explained. Also, computer technology was an entirely new world to them. I had to keep going over the most basic concepts. I had been unaware of how much of my knowledge was non-verbal. I liked to teach them by telling them what to do, rather than showing them. I encouraged them to take notes, and to do everything step by step. Unfortunately, I often neglected to explain important steps, because I had worked with PCs and. I walked down the stairs and bounced in to the living room and all the faces turned to look at me. They weren’t admiring looks though, in fact most look quite startled. One even said, “Beccy, I thought there was a dress code?” I followed her gaze and looked straight at Beccy who looked less than amused and at that moment I realised I had made a bad mistake. “Sssorry,” I stammered. It didn’t help. “Laura,” Beccy said sternly, “What did I tell you about how to dress?” I flinched. “Sorry Beccy,.