"Yet, you did." I immediatly responded. "Now you need to know what to wear..." I pause like I had to think about it, but I already knew "...You are to...wear something that will accent your body and to hav on as little as possable underneath. Something that would show off your tanned cleavage would be nice as well." I can hear her faint gasp over the phone before she asked "What is your favorite collor, Sir?" With a no thoght response "Blue!." I blurted out. "I know where your office is. I will. Spurred on by my ardour I move silently behind you, I feel the heat of your body; I sense that you sense me and reach down with my lips to the base of your neck, my breath touches you, warm, almost connecting. I watch as the hairs on your neck, stand. Your skin rises to my breath as I inhale and breathe you in. You're intoxicating.My mind stalls as I lose myself in the moment of this non-connection.You break the spell as you sigh and I gently lower my lips to your neck, contact.My hands touch. I wanted to tell him that the bra wasn't mine... that it was borrowed; but I just couldn't let him know that! He told me that the bra was in my purse, and that he'd made me go into the bathroom in the diner and take it off. He said it was very becoming, but he liked me better without it. And, with my hand still on his arm, he continued to stroll down the street as if my bra was of no importance at all. And then, mortified, I said "My panties!" but I'm afraid it sort of came out as a squeaky. Still, the decision whether they would be watching or not lay with Jennifer but as his 42 year old very strict girlfriend enjoyed portraying her power over him he wasn’t altogether surprised when she said “Ok Jennifer, good idea” looked at Daniel and said smartly “Go and get the hairbrush Daniel, and be quick darling.” Daniel waited only a moment before turning towards the door, glancing at a bemused Jennifer and an anxious Jeff. Daniel could see Jeff was trying to understand.