To sayit was different was an understatement. She had expected that wearing askirt would be. But the material was actually worse. In a nice way, butno...etheless distractingly different. The slightly silky material feltsoft and smooth on her skin. After wearing jumpsuits made of safetytextiles for most of her life the flimsy material made her feel exposed.As if the environment could take a bite out of her at any given moment.Even the shoes proofed to be difficult. She was used to her feetslipping. Had a bit of luck with some cunts on holiday, more trouble than they are worth, in the end I fucked two and got a handy and a bj from a third.One was mental, sucked me off down near the shops at the edge of the beach and after I cam jumped up and kissed a mouthful of my own cum into my mouth. Filthy cunt was up for it, got a decent fuck into it after that, no anal.Got a bj from a tubby girl from brighton, i offered a lifter to her and 2 mates, mentioned I had a pool they could use, stupid. But little else.Nobody realizes how dependent humans are on emotions. How much humans use them to interact with others. Human faces reflect them constantly. I had to constantly try to figure out what a real human would do. How to hold my face. Until I perfected the mask, the doctors all thought I had residual nerve damage. I was lucky that the psychs used tests centered on family – my children – to gauge emotion response.But I was out. With no direction, no goals and no meaning. Except my. "I always lock the door when you're not home. I don't want a Bate's Motel - Psycho scene in my shower. Something I ate didn't agree with me, but I feel great now. How come you're home? What happened to the case?" Client agreed to settle so they called me on the plane. I got off in Chicago and headed straight back on the next plane home. Where's Tim?" In his room I guess. Better tell him about the pizza. I'm almost done. Why don't you entertain Cindy and I'll be right down. Glad you're home.".