My sister smiled at them and led me to the center of the dance floor. We began to dance a salsa and many just stopped and stared. I was with the hotte...t woman in the place and she was putting on a performance. I just went along for the ride as she swayed and gyrated. I knew for sure that she would spill out of her dress, but it held. When the song was over we both needed a drink and as we left the floor I heard some whistles and clapping. After resting awhile back at our table the young VP. We just have time before the meeting" she added looking at the small clock on the cabinet.She got off the bed, her dressing gown falling open to a gasp from my lips, as her dainty fingers released the pink tie.Miss Cindy stood in front of me wearing one of the most beautiful pink corsets I had ever seen. Her voluptuous figure accentuated by its laced embrace; her hour-glass shape made all the more feminine by the breasts fighting to be set free from their satin prison. Her smooth legs were. But why would I want that?So much about me didnt make any sense. Why was I so anxious all thetime? Why did I need to feel safe in routine? And why did I suddenlyfeel better dressed in a skirt?Something had happened to me, didn't it?But what, and why didn't I remember it?If people had been around, I could have tried to ask someone, maybe theschool councilor. But without others, how could I solve the mystery?Then it hit me. I had lost memory. What did my mother tell me to do if Ilost. I grabbed some broccoli and pulled out the eggs to make a Hollandaise sauce. Finally, I grabbed a tin of rolls and put them on a baking tray.Marilyn came home as I was starting to prepare the broccoli. “You’re home early,” she commented, adding a hello kiss in the bargain.“Worried I might find you getting into trouble?” I said with a smile.“I’m not the one in this place likely to get in trouble! What’s for dinner?”“Stuffed pork chops with mushroom gravy, broccoli with Hollandaise sauce, and hot.