Cäcilia is the proliferation of a petite, stereotype German lady. She has natural blonde, straight, shoulder-length hair, blue-eyes with thin, pink l...ps, very curvy, fit woman. She is about 165 cm and 50 kg with a tiny waist and small breasts. She is skinny, but fit. She is number one in the attractive category. Even her dressing code makes her exceptional. She loves black tanga and bras, pink shirts and mid-long skirts. Skirts emphasize her feminity, she thought. Of course, men loved her. Even her make-up still looked good, although she would touch that up after her shower, before she left.Denise opened the letter, whilst admiring herself again in the dressing room mirror.It really was like Howard was a changed man. He wanted to say thanks and how he had to go off suddenly for a meeting. He was sorry again about the misunderstanding about the shares, and how great the sex was. Even gave her a new number if she ever wanted to contact him.Denise smiled to herself, thinking about. This particular story arose one evening. We’d met at one of our favourite bars and celebrated a rarity: a few days when neither of us was working. We’d stayed out for a few drinks and a meal. Karen was a rather androgynous woman but, when the mood took her as it had that evening, she did what she called ‘femming up.’ For her that night it meant a leather skirt that fell to her calves and somehow emphasised the athletic legs as did the 3” heels. Her top was a white silk shirt and a black leather. With sound came a terrible headache.The voice was nearby, and by the words he spoke, I suspected I had been hijacked into the body of some kind of political appointee or assistant, but that was just a quick guess."Governor? Governor??" Whoever it was then spoke into a radio or walkie-talkie. "The Governor has been injured. Bring up the ambulance and emergency medical people. Roger-Two, clear the road so we can get the ambulance out of here. All State Police units, converge to create some space.