When we walk in, the clerk barely gives me a second glance. Mistress has me stand by the door while she goes to the clerk, murmuring quietly. She turn... to me and snaps her fingers. When I approach, she unclips my leash and tells me to go to the dressing rooms.The clerk follows me in and directs me to the podium in front of the triple mirrors. "Drop the pants," she directs. I look frantically for Mistress, but she is not around. I swallow hard and unfasten my pants, sliding them down in a puddle. ’ ‘Very gentlemanly of you, I’m sure. Can you wipe me now, please?’ Um. Erk. I took a few squares of toilet paper from the roll and hesitated. ‘How do I, um…?’ I squeaked. ‘I haven’t… er, that is… I haven’t exactly done this before.’ ‘Oh, just back to front, not too firm.’ she instructed me. I swallowed my incipient panic and did my best to follow instructions, even while trying desperately not to touch her labia. This really was more uncomfortably intimate than I was prepared for. My wrist. “Cannon to the left of them, cannon to the right...” I muttered, quietly.“Sir?” Virginia asked.“Oh, nothing,” I said, shaking my head as I walked up to the telegraph operator.“What do you want, boy?” the telegraph operator asked after glancing at my face for enough time to determine my skin tone. He then looked back to his machine, which clicked quietly in the soft office. I cracked my knuckles slowly and leaned forward, feeling quite at my patience end. The telegraph operator looked up and,. Cara from accounts emerged from the bathroom all excited, explaining the damage done to the door. Jim from Real Estate Services came into the office and took the cubicle door off, explaining to the women in the office, perhaps unnecessarily, that the cubicle was now out of order. Nadia glanced across at Alex who was looking straight at her. She blushed and smiled at him, lowering her eyes. He smiled back and waited until she looked up at him again, before averting his gaze back to his screen..