I staggered backwards and went to my closet. There, where all of my polo shirts and suits had been hanging were now minidresses, gowns and skirts. Whe...e my jeans had been stacked was now full of black and white tights, jean and khaki short skirts. Instead of my sneakers and dress shoes there were now dozens of high heels from red knee high boots with a stiletto heel to some modest black high heels and everything in between, neatly stacked on a shoe rack that ran around the base of my closet.I. Her stunning honesty, her passionate convictions, those never ending deep green eyes. Was it wrong to notice those eyes now? Downstairs in the brownstone, there was much, much going on. It was a day that would be quietly noted by the cities socialites, and perhaps some of the business community. The striking red head woman seemingly blended in, speaking and smiling when appropriate, shaking hands and finally making her way to the family. She kissed the cheek of the grieving sister and brother,. I borrowed my brother Mike's car, and met them downtown at The Great Midwest Steakhouse, one of the most expensive restaurants in town. The others were already there, looking at their menus, when I arrived."Ah, Sean, welcome," said Duane. "No date tonight? I thought you would bring a girlfriend."I shrugged as I sat down at one of the two empty seats at the table. "I'm not really dating anyone right now," I said."Really?" Nicholas queried in surprise. "Sorry, I just thought..." He let it drop. I. In the bedsit, Antonia kicked off with pleasant if rather random chat … amongst which there was a request for £90 and an instruction to then fully undress. Further babble … and I was then guided to lie prone on the bed, as I spotted Antonia discreetly set an alarm.As I made myself comfy on the tissue-over-towel spread, typically splaying my thighs to expose my package, Antonia checked if I’d be okay with lavender oil … no probs. She then sat against my right flank … her bare thigh against mine.