In some ways I felt like an idiot, because although I used Word every day just for writing, there were all these other things you could do with it, an... all the secretaries and administrators knew more than I did.My attention started to wane and my mind began to wander, and where it wandered to was a classmate called Letitia. She was a mature, that is middle-aged, woman from somewhere in the Caribbean, a dark-skinned, big-bodied woman who always dressed smartly, wrapped up in tight skirts and. "Don't wait up for us, Basil. We're going to be out all night, if not even longer."However, as we headed for the door, Basil suddenly jabbed something into one of Andi's butt cheeks."What the fucking hell did you just do?" screamed Andi. However, she didn't seem that interested in hearing his answer, as she abruptly turned and bolted straight for the bathroom.I glared angrily at Basil. "What the hell did you do to Andi?" I was so mad at him just then. At the same time I was totally turned on by. Thanks.”A minute later I heard a click and there, framed in the chrome rectangle of the doorway was Tamsin. She wore small, rectangular sunglasses, her hair pulled back in a tight pony-tail with a fringe covering her forehead and a disquieting shade of dark red lipstick. She had an elegant black business suite on with a very short skirt. To complete the picture; high heels of black, metal studded leather showed off her legs to great advantage.“Welcome to Marmaduke, Daintree and Partners, Miss. I can’t remember what he said but it was something simple like “Sure. Thank you. Thank you very much.”I felt bright red in the face as I slipped out of his office (pretty much everyone else had gone). I picked up my handbag, headed for the lift and then went to the ground floor changing area where people who cycle in can shower and change. The loos are quite spacious in that area and for some reason, the cubicles are enclosed so you have total privacy.It didn’t take me long. I took my skirt all.