"I would like to get a couple of styles, a long leg panty girdle and abrief style. If you carry them, I think the Lacette style would begood. I just d...n't know the size, but my waist is a 30 and my hips are38. Does that help?"He had to look down at the counter as he finished telling her hissizes. He felt like his heart was going to explode he was so nervous.The saleslady couldn't help but smile. This man was obviouslyembarrassed to death, but so desired to buy some foundation wear thathe was. Fiona had repressed all memory of her after the attack. She had told the police that she did not see her attacker, never knowing why she did so. By the time Fiona had recovered and was back working speculation on Claudette’s whereabouts had died down. Some guessed that she knew Fiona’s attacker and was hiding in fear of retaliation if she talked. Some feared she had been killed. But eventually everyone became satisfied with the rumor that she went to work in Australia because they liked. Then he said we should go get some food. Great idea since I was starving! He lived next to this awesome late night pizza joint so we got a couple of slices and went back to his place to chow down and have a couple more beers.We sat on the couch and demolished the pizzas. He was giving me the play by play on the night while we were chilling. I couldn’t help but get a semi from his stories. I think he was getting turned on too. Anyway, we shifted topics to working out. I always have a million. “Oh and guess what you’re doing this summer!” she said coyly. “What?” I asked, smiling warily. She took my hand and led me back out the door and to the cube directly outside her office. “Lets just say this is yours.” She grinned. “Oh god I’m going to be your secretary?” I groaned, still smiling. “Well I was going to call you my assistant, but if you want to be a secretary then be my guest.” She giggled delightedly. I plopped down in the chair and she jumped up onto my desk, letting.