Yvette returns from the shared kitchen with our coffees and wriggles in beside me on the narrow bed. Yvette is tall, lithe-limbed and blonde with pert...tits and a peachy arse. Her pale gold hair is long and silky, and she has green eyes. Despite her French name and Scandinavian looks, she's from Bolton! She's wearing just a short, pale blue silk slip. We've been together over a year, met each other's parents and plan to work abroad after Yvette qualifies in the New Year.The day is already warm.. Susan, would you unpack the printers and set them up so we can test the computers?"Lisa and I began the start-up and did the same things at the same times. We settled on the administrator password and then switched to our personal logins. I watched Susan work with the printers. She was poetry in motion. Few if any wasted movements. Her bathing suit was conservative yet it did bring back memories of last night."I think I could get used to your new office attire," I said to Susan."Oh, you never. Her hips and ass were amazing and her legs were accented with white stockings held aloft by a lacy white garter belt. But this lingerie and the black patent leather pumps with four inch stiletto heels were not part of the standard school uniform. I informed her that there would be extra discipline for these breaches of the school dress code. Despite the length of the tails of her crisp white oxford cloth shirt, I could tell that she was not wearing panties that she had shaved her pubic hair. I have to tell you all about it."I wondered to myself if she was going to mention the lunch date. How honest will Millie be with me?"I was reading the paper and saw a help wanted ad for a receptionist at the dealership where you took your car. That was when I talked to you the other day. I had an appointment for an interview for today and got the job. I start Monday and they will lease me a used car so I will have something to drive. I'm so happy." I'm happy for you too, Millie. You will have a.