My light hair would be piled on top of my head, in a messy but controlled fashion that would look as if I had spent ten minutes on my hair when really...it would have taken an hour or so. Everything about my outfit would scream "I need to fuck." I would find a good looking gent at the bar, dressed in a clean-cut suit. Whether or not he's older or younger than me is irrelevant. So long as he has a penis that can do the job, then I am all for his attentions. He would order me a drink, we would talk. When I get near her, she opens her clutch takes out the thong she just seem to have taken off and gives me a sniff and puts in my coat jacket and says, take your sweet time honey this is what you are missing. This is it, I can’t wait any longer. Soon we say our good byes and head out of the party.As we are walking towards car near the end of the street, I take out her panty and give it a long sniff. I love her panties dripping with her juices. I can smell them all day long. We get to the car. Neither Dalton nor Lawson had anything to say either. Some instinct told me I could trust Dalton some, but to be very leery of her Deputy. I didn’t understand why. It could have had something to do with the way he wanted to take me to trial, even though I was innocent. To be honest though, I really didn’t know if I could trust either one of them.I watched them leave and turned to go over to Jordan’s apartment rather than mine. First, she would be worried sick about me, and second, I left my key. I got dressed in a simple outfit, a white cotton thong and bra under a cute long blue skirt and a white blouse. I clipped the ankle straps to my black platform heels and then put on my shoulder length brown wig. I looked in the mirror and knew I wasn’t passable but I thought I looked pretty cute, I hoped Wyatt would think I looked cute too. I had to navigate my way out of the house without alerting my roommates since they didn’t know about Tiffany. I slipped out of my room and down the hallway.