I checked my hair in the hallway mirror one last time before I opened the door. Mark looked nice in a red patterned dress shirt and dark blue slacks. ... could tell he liked the way I looked in my black dress. After kissing me on the cheek, he stood and waited while I locked the door. He followed me to his car.I waited while he opened the car door for me. I enjoy Mark's showing me courtesy. Besides, he knows if he's not courteous, he won't be invited in after dinner.On the way to Outback, we. ” She called out from the open door, her attention away from her findings as she called out to her husband. With her back turned, she never spotted the white droplet begin to sluggishly squirm its way down the surface of the glass and over the gloved finger.“Really? Well, that’s disappointing, but at least it served its purpose, what do you say to HERBIE making dinner tonight?”Smiling, Susan called out again, oblivious to the droplet make its way down her wrist all the way to the hem of her. I had lost a couple of techs and didnt have time to do what i normally do which is talk with the customers, and do the paperwork since i had to help out with the mechanics part of the business. i had put a ad in the paper for a secretary and to my surprise the very next day in walks the most gorgeous red head i had ever seen. i tried to conduct the interview with as much professionalism as possible but when the interview became a little flirtacious the girl who we will call emma noticed the. Perhaps having access to the mall's privateparking area making a difference, and I hoped perhaps my humiliationswere becoming old news on the Internet.To put it kindly, I was dressed like a cheap hooker, in a tight reddress that barely covered my bare crotch. Showing clearly below the hemwere the black-and-silver garters holding up trashy fishnet stockings.My "hooker heels" were beginning to rub a blister."Here. Look at your makeup. You are hilarious," said Sandra, pullingdown the visor mirror..