But he still found that he couldn't stay out of his sisters things. From time to time he would keep some of her garments. He had secured a hiding spot... not having much privacy in the small hotel suite. It had been difficult. The couch had turned into a dresser of sorts. Sometime in the evening he would pull it all out and admire it. Trying various outfits on. Examining himself in the mirror. They made him feel pretty, sexual, lustful, more connected to women. He felt more comfortable as each. But I broke it out for this one. “I added that you liked to show your employees where they stood in the hierarchy from time to time. We were acting like it was normal conversation. Brea is ... a stranger. She didn’t get it. Once we explained the concept and told her about Jill’s gambling habits, she was fine. She even made a wisecrack, too.”I stopped and shook my head. My tone of voice had gone over about as well as I’d expected.“Look, it’s a moot point,” I said. “I’m not going to ask the. ” “I can do it, sir,” I replied without hesitation. “Good. Now would you be able to start tomorrow?” “Tomorrow? Yes sir.” “Good. I'm going to start you off with the day shift. It's slower and will give you time to become acquainted with our products.” “What time?” “The shift starts at ten but you need to be here around nine or nine thirty and clock in as soon as you arrive.” “I'll be here.” “Oh, and as far as a dress code goes; skirts and dresses, always wear hosiery. Don't wear anything too. He ordered a drink and we made some small talk. Looking at him I noticed that he was in very good shape, very wide shoulders and a very small waist. In the back of my mind I decided he was a very good looking young man. Hot in fact. As we continued chatting I told him of my divorce and the fact that I had no man in my life and wasn't looking for one. We were both leaving in the morning and after our second drink I was thinking of heading up when he looked at me and said, "You know you are a.