One rainy afternoon while the surgery was quiet, Dr. Ross stepped out of his office and saw his mistress looking bored behind the reception desk next ...o the older lady."Miss Simpson," he said with a short cough to clear his throat.The attractive secretary, wearing her blonde hair clipped up in a French twist, a low-cut white top, black pencil skirt and four-inch black heels, turned around. "Yes, Dr. Ross?" she asked innocently."Could I see you for a moment in my office?" he asked."Yes, sir."Dr.. My problem is that school has always come too easy for me. I was bored out of my skull when they pulled me out of fifth grade and put me in sixth. And things were better that year because I had to play catchup to make up what I'd missed from the first half. But the next year, things were back to normal.Normal. Now there's a good word. I think the group of people that term refers to has sunk lower and lower on the scale over the years. In the relatively short time I've been in this body it sure. He told me that he thought that I was very hot and quite beautiful. I was finding myself dumbfounded and stirred by how both the combination of his touch and his words made me feel.I was quite confused. I had been going out to clubs as an underage gal for a year. Having just turned eighteen, I had been pursued by perhaps hundreds of different guys over that time. None had ever really peaked any interest. My love for teensy tight fitting dresses and seductive clothes often drew men to me like. So it’s second hand news. But I’ll try to make it as true as possible on the one hand, but also interesting for you my dear reader. Irene herself doesn't often talk about that time from herself, but if asked about it, she tells without hesitation and to the best in details as she remembers. (It does help a bit, to make her a bit lightheaded with a glass of wine or two or three). In her looks back, it was a nice time and she had a lot of great moments and only a few that aren't so nice to.