I didn't have any message that she wanted to see me. Why?"He sighed, "That's what I guessed." He paused, "I knew, I always knew that Molly regretted h...r little dalliance with Peter. I kept telling her that she had to go and see you, to talk to you. I think she was just feeling too guilty, too scared to do so. And she'd got hold of the idea that you had to come to her. Anyway, Susan and myself had this pact that we wouldn't interfere, it was very important to Susan. She said our role was to look. I dressed in a new skirt, donned a pair of natural colouredstockings, slipped my new patent leather heels on and put on a burgundycoloured silk blouse and went out to have a glass of wine before I got myears pierced. My new bra with the silicon fillers gave me a very feminineshape.It's funny how men respond to a woman or, in my case a sissy, in heelsand a skirt. Needless to say I didn't have to reach into my handbag topay for a glass of wine. Two men even asked for my number in the wine barbut. “Not even his WIFE?” I asked as I strode past her desk, walking right into Jake’s office, ignoring her shocked expression.Jake nearly jumped out of his seat when he saw me, quickly closing his computer screen. I immediately noticed that the picture of me that used to be on his desk was missing, and something else was missing as well: his wedding ring!“Where’s your ring, Jake?”“I ... It was irritating my finger,” he said.“And my picture? Just what was THAT irritating? Or was it just cramping. One giant iced cinnamon roll with coffee and orange juice. The cake in Helen's cinnamon roll wasn't white or even white with a hint of yellow. The damn thing had so many eggs, and so much butter, it was absolutely the color of butter. The icing somehow was hard enough to be a candy all by itself. Helen had admitted to me once, that the recipe came from the file of recipes she had bought from the mill's caterer's daughter. The cinnamon buns had to be able to withstand being rolled around on a.