”“Oh ... I hadn’t thought about that. You think it’s too fancy?”“Yes ... it is a little too stylish. I always found them more difficult to...read. It’s just a suggestion, Sue. If you like the one you’ve chosen, then I’ll work with it,” he said quickly.“No, Jesse. I’m sure you’re right. I was just trying to decorate what might be a boring subject and make it look interesting.”“Trust me, Sue, Orwell and Huxley are definitely not boring. I haven’t got very far reading your material, but you’ve. ” You say with a chuckle and a grin as you roll onto the floor without dressing and starts to do push ups. Thunder joins you, naked as well as you face each other in a competition of who can do the most push ups.You get around 64 when the door to your room opens up and a red faced fresh recruit is standing in the doorway. He stands there a few moments as he tries to avoid making eye contact or look at the scene in front of him. This was another one of Stumper’s pranks sending a new recruit into. I wore trousers because they looked more professional and in keeping with my job. I preferred skirts on warm days. I wore heels for height. I didn't have a boyfriend, and I suffered a little innuendo in the office.Some things had to change slightly. Men who had previously been women had moved up the corporate ladder, whilst women who had previously been men had moved down. I never knew the maiden name of the US's first lady, but there was a secretary of state for defence called Willhelmina who. “No Dad, don’t be ridiculous.”“Bob, what are you talking about?”“Sara, take off your fucking top, now.”With tears beginning to flow, I pulled it over my head, holding my arms over my bright red breast, but my dad’s glare caused me to drop my arms.“Sara Jane, what in the world did you do?”“Well Helen, it appears obvious to anyone that you daughter was topless at the concert yesterday.”“Is that right Sara?” I just stood there crying and shaking my head in the affirmativeSomehow Dad just knew.