" Sharon felt her life swarming around her head. Who was this? What did they want? How did they get the pictures? Who have they told? Her husband was ... senior partner in a prestigious law firm. If it got out that his wife was a drug snorting slut it would ruin his reputation. He has political aspirations! Sharon reached for the liquor cupboard. She poured herself a stiff whiskey and drank it; wiping her lips after. Just then her phoned buzzed with a text message. "Wear the outfit you wore at. He was most apologetic but regretted he could do nothing about it. Mark went and saw the Mess Secretary, who was a delightful retired infantry officer. Despite charm and a boisterous sense of humour he was canny and Mark trusted him."Edward," he said, "I've got a problem. Charles Fitzmaurice is taking Victoria Collins to the Summer Ball." Oh shit!!" said Edward. "So has she." Exactly. This would never have arisen if I'd got my act together and invited her myself." Do I detect a trace of. Normally I would never remove my armor but it's so muggy and hot and the air in my patrol car isn't very good. I just couldn't help but loosen a couple of buttons." Actually I really should apologize, officer," I breathed lamely. "I know it's rude to talk to a woman's chest."'Maybe half an hour would be better. Yeah, half and hour just fondling and playing with those big firm looking tits. Wish we were on one the back roads instead of this busy highway.'"Normally I wouldn't suggest this, Sir,. Underneath she wore, without telling Dan, a garter belt and stockings she had purchased yesterday, a low cut demi-bra and panties that were basically a g-string. Oddly enough, she felt nothing strange about this set of porn-film underwear.She wandered aimlessly a bit, trying to examine what was happening. As she sat down in a back booth at a small café, the few men at the bar this early in the day looked her over, as any man would, but made no comment. A handsome young waiter asked in.