I felt so out of place. My heart was beating rapidly while walking to the corner of my block still covered up with my coat. Truthfully, I was terrifie... because there were so many people out and about.I decided that I would walk a few more blocks away from my apartment and the red light district area. My walking led me near some abandoned and graffitied industrial buildings. There were no cars or people in sight. I felt a little more comfortable walking up and down this block.I finally got the. " You know the one I mean, The tan (it wassummer after all) suits, a white blouse. My one variation had been the shoes. I had on these little strappy highheeled sandals. The kind my grandmother would have called scandalous. In college we called them Fuck MeSandals. So my feet were the only part of me that were cool. I would have loved to be able to take off my clothes and feel free, but, it being the middle of the day, that wouldn't be "appropriate behavior". In this office anyway. But on some. Hell, you could even leave, say, 20 rooms for rent as a motel and if they didn't rent you could always convert them to apartments as well. Sixty rooms out of the 80 converted to apartments, say, ten two bedroom apartments and 20 one bedroom apartments would leave the 20 rooms to rent either by the week or as hotel rooms."Being conservative, the apartment rentals if the building was fully rented would come to about $17,000 a month. It would be hard to tell what income you could generate from the. Never again did I think I would ever do something so brash and compulsive like that night. Well anyway, after getting all prettied up, I grabbed my purse and started heading out. But just before I left, I paused for a second and considered wearing underwear that night. Most days, I didn’t wear a bra or any panties, a habit I surprisingly picked up in college where the weather was always so hot and humid. But tonight, I was showing so much skin and going commando wasn’t exactly wise when your.