I was getting damn hot to see this sexy lady. Then she poured some oil in her hands and she started to apply it on my head. She started to pat my head...as she was patting her boobs were jerking and was struggling to come out of her blouse. Wow it was a wonderful scene. I was in a bad situation where I could not do anything of my own at the same time electric currents were passing all over my body. I wanted to grab her melons but was controlling myself. Then she started to apply oil on my neck. The seminar droned on for ninety minutes followed by a brief question and answer session, but it didn’t matter. I was so sick in love, but my sister had stolen the man of my fantasies right out from under me. I hated her.After the seminar Vonda dismissed me like I was some child, “Honey you should run along home now.” Damn, she told me to go home! She said she and Del were going out for coffee and maybe some sandwiches later. I’ll admit it I wanted to cry. I saw him first! I even pointed him. I asked the chef to send several dozen boxes and paper plates to the men and ladies still working in Sections One through Fifteen in the basement, “Right away Ma-am, these people always seem to forget about those making them look good down there.”I thought that was an interesting take on the movers and shakers at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave, when the general staff referred to them as “these people,”The main cafeteria - although it was not that large - was packed. Pizza was lined up on the tables from. Most were much too short for my taste, hitting about mid-thigh. But, mylegs seemed quite adamant about them being the only things I couldwear. Various tweed, plaids, and wool mini-skirts were the only optionsopen to me. Nothing trashy mind you, all of them had a certain tastefulsexiness to them. The only exemption in skirt length was a black pencilskirt that's hem fell just below my knees. It was the only one I wasallowed to pull on.Footwear offered me no solace. The only things I could try on.