Richard had started toshake my hand, then given in to my desire to give him a hug. Janicedidn't want to cry in front of the children, but I felt her s...aking as wekissed our last kiss. I was now beginning to feel a touch ofhomesickness. I had barely been away from home before, certainly not likethis, for three months on the other side of the world. I felt slightlyelated though, also. I was just twenty six, and my company was sending meto headquarters to find out how to run the company. I was. She sauntered towards it, a smile on her beautiful, pale face. ‘If anything is worth finding in here, it will be in that light,’ she muttered to herself. The light trickled through the cracks of an ancient iron cast door. She wrenched it open, and shielded her eyes. What she saw next was nothing like she anticipated. This particular cave had been done up like a medieval bedchamber. Tapestries hung from the cavern walls, matched by lush and lavish woven rugs. A fireplace had been carved into. That's when I decided: have Mark over, dress up, and show him the night of his life.When the weekend finally arrived, I was a nervous wreck. The moment they left I began to prep. I took a long bath, shaved my entire body, and got my clothes ready. I told Mark to come over and just hang out which was a common thing we would do any other weekend night. Little did he know, this night would be completely different. When he arrived, we just hung out, talked, and watched a sporting event. The whole. From the conversation I gathered that her mother had elected to go for full tart mode but had been prevented by Maria and made to dress a little more conservatively having settled for a skirt, jacket costume in cream with a white silk blouse underneath that was so fine that it concealed nothing, she had also gone without bra, the only concession by Maria, she was wearing stockings and yellow panties that I only found out about later and high heeled shoes, I felt very proud to be out with such.