I told her it was a small place in Burbank, which sold outfits to teens. It also explained some of my costumes, which I told her I did not have to wea... at work but I brought in case I was asked to model them. “Sometimes guys come in and want to see something they want for their girlfriend, so I will put it on and wear it for them. The store gives it to me after, as they can not sell it once it was worn and they make enough that I just have to bring it so I can wear the same thing again if. .."I pulled out a pen, made a note at the bottom of the letter. It was a name and a number -- Dr. Jaqueline Astor. I couldn't be sure the number was right, but I'd give it a shot and fax her the letter tomorrow. If she wanted the business, she'd respond herself. Jackie and I had an understanding that any Stateside biz of this nature was her's and I wasn't anxious to cross her. The one time we had wasn't pleasant for any of the parties concerned -- especially me. The customer, a millionaire with. Suddenly his idea didn't seem quite such a good one. He hadn't expected his mother to be dressing the way she was. He could almost see her nipples through the dress, and it was fairly obvious she didn't have a bra on, and only a pair of knickers, no tights or petticoat. He couldn't work out what she was doing. She was forty-one for god's sake, why was she dressing like she was twenty years younger? The fact that he'd asked her to, sort of, and that she still had the looks and figure to carry it. “Heather, we’re finished here. Do you want to wander around the area?”“Sounds good, X. I think this is a younger crowd and there may be some opportunity to party.”“We’ll see.” We left. I was wearing shorts, tee shirt, and sandals. Heather was wearing a halter top, micro skirt, and sandals. We walked outside and I closed the door locking it behind us. We headed down the lane toward the recreation area.As we walked, I noticed that Heather was getting looks because of her skimpy outfit. I noticed.