In fact, she was decked out in an outfit designed to appear as if shewere wearing practically nothing at all. Red thong, red garter beltclamped on to ...ed, shiny glittering stockings, red open-toed strappyheels, one silver anklet, two silver bracelets, dangling silver earrings, matching red netted skirt and top, push up bra....In some ways, she was more dressed than they were. They could catch aglimpse of the shape of her long legs, but not actually see skin. Theycould catch glimpses of her soft. Her bust line was nice and full, if I knew anything about breast sizes I would guess she was at least an overachieving ‘C’ cup but more likely a full firm looking ‘D.’ It was a bit difficult to be sure, without getting caught staring at her chest for too long, and that I couldn’t afford. For me she epitomized feminine beauty and did so naturally with no need for affectation or trivial head games. The other women in the office always seemed a bit catty when discussing the ‘Ice Princess.’ I think. " I knew where this was headed, I went through it twenty times a night."Thank you, I picked it out myself. It's not my real name." You don't say," I said."Yeah, it's my stage name. I'm a dancer. My real name is Sarah." It's a sincere pleasure to meet you Sarah," I said in a voice as non-patronizing as I could manage. "Where do you live?"She squinted and shook her head, "In the ... on the ... river ... drive" On the River Drive?"She nodded."Banana River Drive?"She was headed for the record. She made sure of that - well her gynaecologist did actually. Although she did have to beg and plead with him repeatedly before he would perform her hysterectomy. It did cost her a couple of thousand pounds, but to her it was worth every penny. She wasn't a selfish person, far from it, but knew from an early age that childbearing and motherhood were not for her. She was a loving Aunt to her sister's two children - a boy, Zak who was ten and a girl, India who was eight. She was quite content with.