She declined, but did comment on my choice of outfit. “Babe, you really wearing that?” I asked her what was wrong with it and she replied, “Just...seems a bit much, you know. Maybe put something over it.” I told her I liked it this way and that I was only going down the hall. I said bye to her and was on my way.Both guys complimented me on how I looked when I got there as I gave them each a tight squeeze before sitting across from them on the ottoman, pulling my skirt down and crossing my legs as. 'I like your front' he said, 'Let's get you out of that cycling gear and warm you up'. 'You're not shy I hope?'He had hand sanitiser and cleansed his hands before handing over the bottle to me, what a gent but I hoped he wasn't going to remain a gentleman for the entire time I was with him! We can keep quite safe with our face coverings on and I've been isolating for months now. 'Me too' I said with far more glee than I intended.'Now then how about you get out of those wet clothes', I could see. She thought that I should be the first cut loose if they fired anybody. I simply told her to take it up with our manager if she had any problems with me.She actually thought that was a good suggestion, however, she shut up when my manager showed her the amount of work I got done, versus the amount of work that she got done. In fact, she even made a halfhearted attempt at her real job instead of gossiping all day long. Not many people had appreciated her attitude or the low amount of work she. I should have seen the warning signs on my first visit when I noticed an enormous purple vibrator sitting on the television in the lounge room looking for all the world like a decorative ornament. I lifted it gingerly to dust the top of the set. It felt a little sticky. "Oh, how embarrassing!" cried Dora. "I forgot I left that there." She grabbed it out of my hand, standing uncomfortably close as she did so. "There was a George Clooney movie on the telly last night," she added with a wink..