Somelooked very presentable, most looked slightly ridiculous and some lookedghastly. I determined that I would not allow Chris to be some caricatureof...a woman if I could not take him shopping with me, then we would nottake this any further. I still however, had first get him into dresses.As I was browsing through the different pages he entered the room sayinghe'd finished in the kitchen and could he take off the apron now.Wanting to see how far I could push him, I asked if he could run. I took a couple of deep breaths to calm my shattered nerves, and knocked."Come," yelled a voice.The room was similar in a way to the first office we had entered, but this time there were three people in it, and a whole raft of empty desks. That they were normally occupied was obvious by the amount of personal clutter on many of them."Hello. I'm Commander Harding, and I'll be your line officer while you're on Lipskiy," said the same voice that had invited me in.Commander Matt Harding was a lot. It so happened that mine was always the last drop while hers was the first. The pickup vice versa.The training was absolutely dead and not much of talk in our cab journeys. Two months passed and we were assigned to first night shifts. Since my place was horrifically far, many employees preferred not to travel on my route. But Zee kept mum as she was new like me to the corporate world. We kept our voice down and obeyed every instruction.Guys, awfully sorry but let me jump to the time she made. His bag dropped to the wooden deck with a thud, and he stood, staring at her. Her red hair billowed in the night breeze, glowing with warmth, unexpected in the harsh street lighting. It was a warm summer evening, and she was dressed for it. A short, thin cotton skirt, swaying with the wind, and a summer blouse, almost lime green in the light, nearly transparent it was so thin, unbuttoned enough to hint at breasts, encased delightfully in her laciest bra.Her hair, as noted, was entrancing. Her.