Everyone showed up in costume. Some were silly and some were obviously well thought out. I had dressed up as the guy from a dandruff commercial. I had...on a robe with shaving cream on top of my hair to look like shampoo with a part down the middle. When someone asked who I was I would say, “I can feel this side tingle” and they would say, ‘Oh! Right! The guy from… yeah!’ I liked this costume because I could walk around wearing nothing but a robe and boxers in front of all of these people. As the. We got up and got dressed. They didn’t give me back my panty. I got out cleaned and dried myself.Got out and went to watch our teams performance. On my way, since I had no panty on my uniform was getting stuck in-between my ass cheeks. One of the volunteers was behind me and he pulled the dress from in-between my ass cheeks to make it look normal.He came near me and took my hand and asked me to get inside the staff toilet. I did and he came inside and locked the door from inside. He lifted my. " Very well, Kimberly, since you seem to have the answers, let me ask you this. What do you think I should do next? What advice can you give me?" Really there's only two things. First, start over. Get another job, or maybe go to college. Maybe with the end of your career with the National Police Force you've been blessed instead of cursed. Think about it. Maybe now you can just enjoy yourself instead of worrying all the time about your responsibilities and what other people think about you.. “If you can make me forget about my vacation before 3 o'clock (which was in 25 minutes) then I'll give you a passing grade, if not, then you'll need to bring one of your slut friends with you for a threesome to make up for the time you're making me waste.” “And then I get a passing grade?” Her face lit up even more now. I simply nodded. “Deal?” Her reply was to place her hands on my chest and back me into my office chair. I sat down and she unfastened my belt. I sat there ready for some.