Her size had made her the woman she was, there was no doubt about that, and although she liked to think she’d moved beyond insecurity, it was still ...ery deeply ingrained in her psyche, and she fought it every single day. Today she was miserable, and pretty certain she’d screwed up her relationship with Mac, such as it was. For about the ninth time in the last three days, she felt as if she might cry. As the heat crept up her face, her desk phone rang, it was Dick. ‘Hey Lin, can you come in for. .But what clinched it, I realised, was the perfume. It was one she had only started to wear around Christmas. Her boss had given it to her at the Christmas party. The first time I noticed was on New Year's when I had to work and she went to celebrate with some girlfriends from the office. It was new, and it was a very sexy odour, unmistakably seductive; floral top notes of gardenia and rose blend with musk, amid a base of cedars and vetivers. This was perfume worn for sex.When I asked she told. ’ Lorraine moved the phone down to her shoulder and said to me ‘Do you fancy joining Chrissy, her boyfriend and me for lunch tomorrow? We go to a carvery about 20 minutes from here, the King’s Arms at Westerham, do you know it?’ I thought about it and said ‘I’d love to join you, thank you.’ I had to get back to my apartment at sometime during the weekend to sort out clothes for work on Monday and my laptop computer was there and I must admit that meeting Lorraine’s daughter made me nervous.. She had on a maroon sleeveless jumperwith a short pleated skirt with white between the pleats, a white longsleeved turtleneck, tan tights with white sneaker socks over them andsneakers. I was behind her on the stairs, so I could see maroon pantiesunder her short skirt.As soon as we got in her room, Beth stopped and said, "Unzip me please."I hesitated. "Are you sure?" I asked her."Well, let's see. I dress you up, right?" Right," I replied."And we wear our panties and bras when we get washed up,.