High heels, stockings, skirts, all that. She’s a man’s woman, Charlie. That’s her all the time.”“Wow. Can you call Ms. Powell and see why sh... left so suddenly?”She picked up the phone and hit a speed dial number. “Sandy, it’s Sheila. The younger wants to know what you did with his father’s keeper. --- Oh, OK. Thanks. Talk later.” She hung the phone up and looked up at me. She crossed her stockinged legs and dangled her high heel. She knew what she was doing, and how to tease her boss. “They. I will get the paper work together as fast as I can..." Cancel it all, something important has came up, I will stay here and handle it.." his words where brisk and cold, nodding Dexy sat and got to work.For the rest of the day Mich Tyrant either had her own her feet fetching supplies and printed papers or glued to her desk sorting out files and correcting local documents.By the end of the day Dexy was very tired and badly needed a drink.Now that her achol desire was quinched Dexy really needed. In Oakland, before we get to the produce district, she tells me to stop and park. She sees a semi-truck parked on the street. The telltale glow of a flickering television shows behind the curtain that separates the cab from the sleeper. It's likely the driver is watching a porn movie in there.Tina tells me to move the car about a block away from the truck, which I do. She gets out and struts her stuff down the street. Watching her walk away from me, eager to give her married pussy to a total. There I stood, wearing only a pair of blue lace panties and holding a skirt.You have to realize that until a couple of days before I had never even entertained the notion of wearing women's clothes. Really, It had never even entered my mind, even during my abortive live-in relationship a few years ago. Sure I had seen people on talk shows and such, and you can't help but run across the odd comic in drag if you watch TV, but I just didn't care. Hell, I didn't even know that TVs made jokes about.