At 4:25 the phone rang , she answered and advised me to go to the end of the hall to the last door on the right. As I was gathering my stuff and prep...ring to walk down the hall, I hear the receptionist ask the caller if it was still ok that she left at 4:30, she said thank you and I went about my business. I knocked on the door facing and announced myself and she looked up from the desk and said “please, come in.” As I sat down I heard the receptionist say good bye and my interviewer said good. The garage door opened, and then closed behind her as soon as she drove inside.I've got a few different uniforms in the back of my van - you've already heard about my pool-boy getup. For knocking on front doors to see who's home, you can't beat the brown UPS outfit. For general snooping around from the street, I might choose a versatile white short-sleeved dress shirt and tie. Add a clipboard and horn-rimmed glasses, and I'm taking a survey. Contort my face into a happy smile and carry a pack. .. I’ll see you at 10 ... Love ya!”“Love ya,” I echoed and ended the call.I closed my eyes, let my throbbing head drop to the pillow, and sighed deeply trying to collect myself.Suddenly, from the doorway behind me I heard, “Well, well ... I see you missed snatching some pussy this morning, Mr. Invader ... Man, you’d make a terrible addition to Ocean’s 11!”Whirling around, Dad was peeking in wearing his familiar white t-shirt, boxers, and a smile.Since I had thrown modesty out the window. Even if I tried to bend, the little bones at the waist poked uncomfortably at my ribs. I looked at her in exasperation. "I can hardly bend!" She was not sympathetic. "Yes, that's a better posture already." She fetched her manicure set and started on my nails, ignoring my discomfort. I was embarrassed with my state of undress, or maybe I should say my partial dress, especially the view of the lacy tops of the bra jutting prominently from my chest. The shiny metal fittings of the garters, so.