A sexy little tennis dress… G-strings, boyshorts, hi-cuts, lo-cuts.The collection went in a fit of guilt. Then more guilt a day later when I reali...ed what I had done! Then slowly the real you emerges. It taps you on the shoulder like a little version of yourself in a pair of slinky stockings, satin panties, a bra. Maybe even a slinky soft slip. I call her my inner panty goddess or panty slut depending what mood she is in.  She whispers in your ear, remember the real you includes me. . Somewhere around nine the door to the room opened and the agents were "requested" to take me to a conference room where I could talk to my lawyer. As soon as I walked in I knew I did not want to be anywhere near the FBI SAC's office tonight, well ever, but especially not tonight. I expected my lawyer to be there, but not his wife.Sucks to be these FBI clowns! They are so screwed and don't even know it.Most very successful male lawyers tend to have a trophy wife. You know, the silicon enhanced. So tall and sexy, curvy and gorgeously dark-skinned. With her neatly braided dreadlocks, full lips, round face and sparkling dark eyes, she was the epitome of loveliness to him. Too bad she seemed offended by his mere presence. He nearly sighed. Okay, he’d gaffed when they first met. He wanted to make amends, and get to know her better. Every man makes mistakes. Shouldn’t he get another chance? Sitting across from Sebastien at the dinner table, Florence slowly picked at her food. Laughing. ’ ‘Oh, good Lord, Marcy, you really are in love! But what about this Dave? Does he feel about you the same way?’ ‘Oh, I don’t know, I think so, but I’m his first, and you know how stupid guys get over their first. I’m sure that he thinks he’s in love, and he does seem awfully mature for his age, but what the Hell does he really know? ‘But it was really kind of weird. We were just putting up some stuff in his kitchen, and all of a sudden I realized that we were dancing around each other the way.