Red hair. It trailed down her back like a waterfall and bounced on her shoulders with every step she took.I was mesmerised by the movement of it. When...it caught the overhead light I could see the variations of colour in it. Not a bottle redhead, a real one. Russet red like an Irish setter.I shoved the paper coffee cup to my lips to conceal my drooling. I forced a mouthful of hot sweet liquid between my lips to muffle a low moan of sheer desire. I wanted to follow her, find an empty corridor. However, at no point did the report mention or even suggest that any of the officials were connected with the Program.“What an f-ing mess!” Stuart burst out. “What kind of crap is that? That whole thing was because of the Program and they don’t mention it?”“Yeah, Dad, they must have learned that the Program was involved when they investigated. Maybe the government gagged them on that detail, stopped them from talking about that point. They couldn’t have gotten as much info as they did without. ....Aldi again....food shop...yawn....oooo a smile from a real sexy woman,nice .....smile back ..she winks....checkout time.....she in the Q behind behind me .. small talk....cool body language..she standing way close...looking me over.. I'm checking her too...45 50 yrs.....big'n'curvy but not fat....lovely flowing hair.... dressed sexy but not tarty....lovely scent...(doing what scent does best... arousing me ).....all paid up....here goes... I ask her if she fancies a coffee.. ' no lets skip. I couldn’t believe my eyes. When she left the room, she had been dressed in the uniform of her downtown, financial-district trade – a conservative, but well-tailored, skirt suit; a white blouse and black pumps. This was a different woman. The business suit and sensible shoes were gone. In their place, she was wearing a cupless corset of black leather; fingerless, black lace gloves that extended nearly to her elbow and a pair of shiny, thigh-high boots with four-inch heels. I’m sure I could not.