“You should have been braver and discarded the underskirt love!” Richard whispered in my ear during the pudding course.“I haven’t any knickers...on darling,” I chuckled.“Great!” he replied “Your bush would have appeared as a g-string through the semi transparent lace.”“You are naughty!” I whispered back.“Why don’t you be naughtier and go to the loo and take if off?”“You want me to?”“Yes!”I shrugged and made my apologies as I left the table en route to the ladies toilet. Fortunately I had brought. No master telegrapher. Not even a messenger, the bottom end of the Western Union employment scale. Just Stanley. Stanley had been assured that senior telegraphers and a station master would soon be sent, as soon as they could be found. Until then, however, Stanley needed to do the best he could.Further complicating the situation was Western Union rules as to who could work, what hours. It had been determined that the only position or hours that a junior telegrapher could work would be the. The skin on her neck is no longer taut, there aretiny wrinkles around her eyes, and the lines around her mouth make hercheeks stand out like pouches. She looks strict and severe, even withher blonde hair framing her face and ornamenting the shiny greenshoulder. Yet somehow, she radiates an air of warmth. And her outfitwith the almost embarrassingly effete peplum, and bright greenshininess, does not so much clash with the look of the dignified lady asmuch as adds to the warmness she projects on. She completed blown me off by her dressing today evening. Her one piece was definitely not the skimpy one those chicks were or shiny one but trust me it was classy, enough revealing and sexy enough to turn every man’s eye. To be honest she is not the in figure model types, she is married with one kid, have little fat around her waist and thighs but it was just adding up to her seductive appearance in that black outfit.I wanted to see her more but we had leave the place immediately. We reached.