Date: Mon, 19 Mar 2012 08:48:43 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Lady Bentley. Part One.

    This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments,
good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

    Part One

     The day of my twenty first birthday finally arrived. I'd been quite
excited over the past week though my mother appeared to be looking forward
to it more than me. I suppose that was because I had bought her a new
outfit to wear for my special day and would be wearing it when we went out
that evening for my birthday dinner. I'd even bought one for myself, the
money having come from selling some shares that I'd been advised to buy
from some Japanese honcho that I had been an escort to some time back.

     My name is Magenta and I currently work for an escort agency, of which
I will tell you later. I was given my name because of the deep colour of my
hair and I rather like both for my hair and name is one that is remembered
though I think I'm remembered more from the size of my mammary glands and
the fact that I'm pretty good in bed and give good head too for I simply
love a rampant cock in whatever orifice is wanted to be used. The colour,
shape or size is of no consequence as long as it is up and throbbing and
waiting to be used in me.

     I'd learned early in school that a man can be led by his penis and I
used this knowledge shamelessly by giving my virginity to one teacher and
getting top marks in his class as well as later in getting rides in
aeroplanes and being taken out to top class restaurants and hotels for me
to see quite a variety of ceilings whilst bestowing my favours with my legs
open and getting what I really craved being used inside me.

     I worked in a beauty parlour to learn about cosmetics and how to use
make-up properly, then came dress sense and then two months in a Chinese
restaurant to learn how to treat men in a humble way to eventually have
them eating out of my hand as well as eating me down below. There was one
other job that I got sacked from for I met two black American marines and
spent five glorious days being the meat in the sandwich of these two black,
big cocked soldiers and even having a third join in once during my last
session with them. We never left the hotel room during these five days and
that was why I got the push from the job.

     I met them once more for one night before they were shipped back to
the States and thoroughly enjoyed it and parted from them with regret and
tears. I think they reminded me of the second person to have had sex with
me, Basil, a Jamaican at school, who I took straight after I had given my
virginity to the P.T. instructor. The person I was currently having sex
with is also black, a colleague from the agency. We even had a video made
of us having sex, though the tape itself only runs for twenty five minutes,
it took us three weeks to make it, and what fun that was.

      His name is Ralph and I'd invited him along to my party dinner along
with Violet, another girl from the agency as well as the owner, Samantha. I
couldn't very well refuse the new lodger of mother's from coming either. I
suppose he spent more time in her bed than in his for I think she was as
oversexed as I was. The last lodger, Reg, died in our bathroom, wedged
between the wall and toilet pan where he drowned in his own vomit from
being drunk. That fact that he was trying it on with me at the time and I
had knocked him down there, I'm not going to dwell on.

     So with both mother and I really dressed up and having Ted, her new
lodger in tow, we went off to the designated restaurant to meet the others
as we had agreed earlier. They were there and into their second or third
drink when we arrived and after introductions were made, we got our drinks
and tried to catch them up, which Mother and Ted quickly did, me staying
one drink behind.

     `You look absolutely stunning tonight Magenta,' Ralph said, `and you
too ma-am,' this last directed at my mother as he kissed her hand. `I can
now see where Magenta gets her beauty from.' I felt like kicking him as
mother simpered at his flattery, me knowing that he'd switched on his
charming manner which got him into many beds of women much older than
himself while on escort duties.

     I was given a cheek to cheek kiss by both Violet and Samantha as they
wished me a happy birthday, though it was on the lips I got the kiss from
Ralph which I don't think mother approved of.

     They each gave me a small present as we finally sat down to dinner and
I had the pleasure of opening them as I let Ralph choose for me from the
menu. I thanked each of them as they were opened and put them away as the
first course came.

     The dinner was a great success being in itself superb to eat and the
wine flowed and we were halfway tight by the time we'd finished. It was a
round table and not that big but enough for us. I had Ralph on my left with
Samantha next to him, then Ted and mother and Violet on my right.

     We were having liqueurs with our coffee and Ralph was talking to
Samantha while Mother was speaking to Ted and I to Violet. I had known her
for nearly a year now but only really to say hello to and pass on small
talk about past clients that we'd been out with. So this was really the
first time we'd really talked on a more intimate social level. It surprised
me with what she came out with after a hiccup.

     `How did you get the name Magenta?' she asked, being polite.

     `Well there was this man in a black and white frock who held me in his
arms and poured some water over my head and said, I christen thee
Magenta...'

     `Okay,' she laughed, getting the joke. `My Dave fucks a penguin,' she
said going off at a tangent.

     `I beg your pardon?' I said somewhat astounded at this change of tack.

     `I said my Dave fucks a penguin.'

        `That what I thought you said,' thinking that I'd heard of sheep
and goats, but never a penguin.

     `Er, where does er, Dave do this to the penguin?' I asked politely but
a bit perplexed at this form of sex with an animal.

     `Out in the back garden. Several times a day. I go and sit out there
and watch him do it.'

     `He lets you watch?' I asked amazed at the sang-froid way she was
telling me this.

        `Oh yes, he likes an audience. He knocks the penguin about before
rolling him over and getting stuck into him. He even sticks it in his ear
sometimes. I've not yet seen him put it into his mouth, I think he's a bit
wary of the beak.'

     `I should think so too. I wouldn't dream of putting my...my er...'

     `Cock, penis, erection?' she supplied a choice of words for me.

     `Er, yes, well, whatever. You say he does it several times a day?' I
asked, fascinated now at this quirk of nature.

     `Day or night, it doesn't matter.'

     `What else does Dave do?' thinking of what occupation Dave might have
to be able to get home and fuck a penguin.

     `Oh he just eats and sleeps when he's not trying to make a fresh hole
in the penguin.'

        `You don't object to him having this penguin then?'

     `Oh no. I bought it for him. He seemed so bored and listless just
sitting there all day, looking at me with his big brown eyes. Boy did he
perk up when he first saw it. He rushed up to me and knocked it out of my
hand and immediately jumped on top and began to fuck the life out it. It
was funny to watch.'

        I was amazed at how calmly Violet could sit there and tell me how
quirky her Dave was.

     `You should get him to see a psychiatrist,' I told her.

     `Why? What good would that do?

     `Well it's not natural for a start, him fucking a penguin. He should
be doing it to a female for a start.'

      `Bugger that! They'll be babies all over the place if I let him do
that.'

     `Well that's what happens between a male and a female isn't it?'

     `Yes but Christ, I'd be over run in no time with little ones.'

     `What do you mean by over run? One yes, two is possible, three
doubtful.'

     `Three? I'd be lucky if it was less than six.'

     `Six?'

     `Yes. Then when they're old enough they'll be fucking away at each
other and then I'd have three times as many on my hands. Work it out for
yourself and see how many I'd have by the end of the year. It doesn't bear
thinking about.'

     `I'm not quite following you on this,' I said. `Why don't you control
his sexual urge or tell him to have the snip if you don't want a lot of
babies.'

     `It's not me that's going to have the babies!'

     `Well neither is the penguin. It's just not genetically possible.'

     `Ha ha,' she laughed. `That's where I've fooled him you see, because
the penguin's not real. It's stuffed.'

     `So Dave is fucking a stuffed penguin,' I said, still aghast at the
thought. Well that explains that part of her tale but wondered why she
didn't get him a blow up doll instead and asked her this question.

     `Oh he'd puncture her before he could get his cock inside it. He's got
very sharp teeth you know.'

     `You mean he bites you when he's having sex?'

     `Yes, if I try and stop him when he's on the job. Now I just let him
get on with it.'

     `So you let him have sex with a stuffed penguin rather than get bitten
while he's doing it?'

     `Yes. What's wrong with that?'

     `Everything's wrong with it.' I said, getting angry. `This Dave is a
maniac to bite you when he has sex and wants to give you lots of
babies. You should take him to see a doctor.'

     `You mean vet?'

     `Vet? I said a doctor.'

     `Well a doctor would only send me away to go and see a vet.'

     `Why?'

     `Because Dave is a rabbit.'

     Stunned silence round the table as they all had been listening to this
tale and I felt such a fool thinking she had been talking about her
husband. I made a lame excuse of wanting to use the toilet to cover my
embarrassment at not having fell in in the first place when she mentioned
about the number of babies that can be produced. I'm sure my face was still
red at the gaffe I had made in not twigging earlier but they had gone onto
other subjects and so I sat down and was shortly able to join in.

     But it was getting late and Violet was now looking as though she'd had
enough and so did my mother if it came to that. So I, with some argument
from Ralph, settled the bill and had two taxis' summonsed, one to take
Mother and Ted home and the other for us. It being said that the four of us
were going on to a disco which I knew mother wouldn't be able to handle so
she and Ted took the first taxi and after kisses and promising to be a good
girl and have a nice night, they left.

     The four of us then piled into the second taxi and we dropped off
Violet first and then Samantha for we weren't going to a disco at all, and
with them delivered to their homes, Ralph and I went off to his flat.

     Even though I had a full stomach what with the food and drink of the
evening, I still wanted him on top of me, with his prick hard up and inside
me. As soon as we were inside his bachelor pad we were in each other's
arms, kissing and trying to undress at the same time.

     I was naked first and ran through to the bedroom and flung myself onto
the bed and bounced about till I was on my back ready and waiting for him
to bring in his big black truncheon that my insides were already
anticipating by getting rather hot and wet. He poked his head round the
door first before speaking, a broad smile on his face, his teeth pearly
white in his black smile.

     `One more present for you,' he said as he came inside the bedroom and
I laughed to see he'd tied a big red ribbon round the base of his massive
erection that looked fit to bust. He came over to the bed and stood there
and as I reached out my hand he backed off. `No. No hands. This has to be
unwrapped with your teeth,' he laughed and then moved close up as I went up
onto my hands and knees and leaned forward. I kissed the top of his cock
first and then bent round to catch one end of the ribbon in my teeth. My
nose went into his pubic hair and I smelt his body odour and it really
turned me on as my teeth took hold of the ribbon and pulled my head
backwards.

     `Wrong end,' he cried as the ribbon began to tighten round his cock,
his hands flapping close to my nose. I let go and ferreted around his balls
like a sniffer dog until I found the other end to get between my
teeth. This time it came undone as I moved backward until it fell away and
I was now able to let the ribbon go and take the head of his cock into my
mouth. To feel the heat and feel the throb it gave out as my mouth closed
over it and get another taste of him. My hands went up to his hips as I
pushed my head forward and took as much of his prick into my mouth as I
could and even felt it touch the back of my throat, almost making me gag by
being so greedy.

     He gave out some moans and groans as my teeth raked his shaft as I
drew my head back and then let my saliva wash round it as I pushed back
onto it again, my tongue teasing him at the same time.

     `Enough Magenta, enough!' he cried. `That's not where you really want
it.' He was right and I pulled off of him and saw it literally steam before
my eyes as it hit the cool air after the inferno that I felt I had in my
mouth. Not only was that on fire but so too were my insides and it was me
that now needed that hard piece of flesh up inside me to quell that burning
volcano that was getting close to erupting.

     I lay back on the bed and watched him climb on, his prick, heavy and
thick, swaying from side to side as if sniffing out where it was to go as
he shuffled forward on his knees to come in between my open legs. He leaned
forward and placed his hands either side of me and I felt the tip of his
piece nuzzle amongst the hairs of my muff to find the now sopping wet
entrance.

     `Happy birthday Magenta,' he said as he smiled, his voice thick as his
hips came down and I felt his cock start to slide up into me. I was already
panting and I gave out a gurgle of delight as I felt him begin to fill the
waiting cavern and held out my arms for him to stretch himself fully out
over me as he moved up and filled me completely with that rampant cock of
his. Our lower bodies met and I wrapped my legs up round his waist and
raked his back with my nails as he began to fuck me.

     This was the best and only birthday present that I wanted; a big hot
throbbing pulsating cock inside me and I orgasmed almost at once which
wasn't enough to quell the fire inside me and kept urging him on till I
screamed out with my second one and felt him come at the same time.

     `You lovely big black fucker,' I said as he came down on me, his chest
mashing my breasts almost flat with his weight, panting the same as I
was. His heart that I could feel through his chest was still pounding away
at his exertions the same as mine and I was gasping more for air than he
was because of his weight, but it was what I wanted. I held him tight as
his heart rate decreased and began to slow down to its normal rhythm.

     When he began to move I held him tight and begged him to stay inside
me for as long as possible but nature wins out and he finally slipped
out. I was so sated and really felt fucked that I didn't have the energy to
rouse myself to go down on him to suck on his wilting prick. It was well
after midnight and after such an exciting birthday, I fell asleep, loving
to have such a man alongside me.

     It was even better to wake up next to one and see him with that
massive morning erection. I managed to get out of bed without waking him to
go to the toilet and then when I was back, I pulled the sheets back and
held his rampant cock upright. He stirred and came awake as I straddled him
and held his solid piece of meat up and lowered myself down on him and
gasped at the strength of it as I sank lower till I was sitting on his
thighs.

     I think he liked being woken up this way for he gave me a big smile as
I began to move up and down on his shaft and with my tits bouncing about,
he brought up his hands to hold and massage them as I fucked myself on his
prick deep inside me.

     `I'm nearly there Magenta,' he grunted.

     `Hold back as long as you can,' I panted and increased my movement on
him and by twisting my upper torso got more feeling from him and felt my
own orgasm start to mount up and up and up until it burst inside me. What a
kaleidoscope of colours I saw as I came, sagging forward and now felt the
sweat running down between my breasts as my head hung down and couldn't
fall forward because I was still sitting on his thighs with my knees bent
either side of him on the bed.

     Slowly, oh so slowly he began to wilt and I felt myself moving forward
until my breasts came in touch with his chest and they then got squashed as
he held me tight to him.

     `That's a lovely way to be woken up Magenta,' he whispered as he
kissed me, his arms holding me as his hands rubbed my back.

  `We should do this more often.' I kissed him back but didn't answer that
for as much as I liked having him fuck me, I wasn't ready yet to commit
myself to just one man.

     I eventually eased up off of him for him to use the toilet and even
had a shower myself and used his toothbrush when he had his. We then padded
through to his kitchen, staying naked and made a big breakfast and after
we'd eaten this, went back to bed for another session.

     It was about four o'clock in the afternoon when my mobile phone went
off.

     `Shit,' I said as I rolled out of bed. `You know who that's going to
be,' I said to him as I got it out of my bag and pressed the button. `Hello
Samantha.'

     `How did you know it was me?' she squawked.

     `You're the only person I've given the number to,' I said.

     `Is that right?' she asked. `Well anyway, I've got one for you tonight
and it surprised me. I thought with all the publicity we wouldn't hear from
him again.' My heart gave a leap for it could only be one person she was
referring to.

     `Sir Malcolm Falconer?' I asked excitedly.

     `Yes, and we don't want a repeat of the last time you were with him,'
she said somewhat haughtily.

     `Aw, come of it Sam. I nearly doubled your clientele because of those
photographs.' They were the ones taken of me full frontal nude and him with
an erection and also of him humping me on the deck of a yacht in Cannes by
some French periodical. Though they were blurred, I was mentioned by name
as well as he was.

     `That's debatable and beside the point. Just be more circumspect this
time. He wants you to meet him at his office again, evening dress and there
by six.'

     `Six!' I cried out. `Shit! Can you get a cab to pick me up then. I
haven't got time to go home.'

     `Ralph's place I presume?' she asked dryly.

     `Yes dammit.'

     `Well tell him that he also has a job for this evening for seven
o'clock.'

     `Okay, okay, but just get the cab here in thirty minutes then,' I said
as I mashed my hand down on the phone and flung it on the bed as I rushed
into the bathroom.

     `You're wanted at seven,' I shouted out to Ralph just before I turned
on the shower. I was quickly soaping myself when he came into the bathroom.

     `So we've both got escort duty tonight,' he said, leaning in and
rubbing a breast. `I heard who yours was but who's mine?'

     `She didn't say,' I spluttered as I got soap in my mouth. `Leave off
will you,' I cried as I slapped his hand away from one of my tits. `Let me
get washed properly.'

     I finished my shower and had to put on the clothes that I'd worn the
night before for my party. I had thought that I would have had time to go
home to change, but I hadn't, so that's what I had to wear to go to the
office and pick out a dress for the evening. Why so early was the thought
running through my mind as I dressed.

     Ralph annoyed me while I was doing this for he was stretched out on
the bed and stroking a fresh erection and giving me a big smile.

     `Have we got time for a quickie?' he asked with a grin.

     `I'd love to Ralph, you know that, but duty calls,' I said as I gave
his pecker a quick kiss and one a bit longer on the lips.

     `Tell the driver to pick me up at half six,' he called out to me as I
left the bedroom and flat and flew down the stairs to the waiting taxi. It
was ten minutes to the office to be chided by Samantha for wearing the same
clothes as last night, her giving me a smirk as she did so. I quickly
ruffled through the dresses she kept in the room that was really one huge
wardrobe and selected a dress to wear, picking one with a low back and low
front that wouldn't allow you to wear a bra. I also selected a wrap to
cover my bare shoulders for it was strapless and it was only the size of my
breasts that held up the front.

     I quickly changed and did my make-up and a dab of perfume behind each
ear and was back out inside the fifteen minutes and back down into the
waiting cab and we only just managed to pull up outside of the huge
building that belonged to Sir Malcolm Falconer on time and in that short
journey I had managed to compose myself. I got out of the cab and was able
to walk straight into the building for they were still open.

     `Lady Magenta,' I said quite regally to the receptionist at the front
desk. She quickly stood up and came round to the front.

     `Sir Falconer is expecting you,' she said, speaking as though she had
a plum in her mouth. `This way please,' and led me to the lifts. The doors
opened and as she went to enter with me I spoke.

     `I do know the way,' I said in a similar fashion of voice as I pressed
the right button and gave her a smile as the doors closed with her on the
outside. I knew where his office was on the top floor and I went along the
short corridor and knocked on the door. I stood and waited but didn't hear
anything, so I knocked louder this time and opened the door and went in.

     `I did shout come in,' Sir Malcolm said as I saw him emerge from the
bathroom with his face half covered in shaving soap and a open cut throat
razor in his hand, a towel wrapped round his neck for he was already
dressed.

     `I'm sorry, I didn't hear you,' I said.

     `No matter. My, you do look ravishing,' he said.

     `Thank you sir, but I'd rather be ravished,' I said with a smile which
he returned with a wink.

     `Help yourself to some hors-d'oeuvres while I finish shaving. We'll be
dining late tonight,' he finished as he disappeared into the bathroom.

     `How late is late?' I called out as I went over to the small coffee
table which held a large platter of small nibbles.

     `About eleven,' he called back. `Help yourself to some champagne too.'

     As I'd missed lunch by being in bed with Ralph, tucked in and ate
quite a few and was on my second glass of champagne when he came back into
the office. I went towards him with a glass for him and we kissed on the
cheeks.

     `Mmmm, I do love the smell of Old Spice,' I said as I kissed him.

     `You know your aftershaves then,' he smiled, `and I love the perfume
Poison.'

     `You know your perfumes then,' I said and we both laughed and he
quickly drank his champagne.

     `Come on,' he said, putting his glass down. `We're running a bit
late.'

     `Where are we going?' I asked, finishing my glass as he put on a cape
that clipped up at the throat and picked up a top hat and a cane.

     `We're off to the opera madam,' he said with a swirl of his cape and
offered me his arm. We went down in the lift and crossed the foyer where a
doorman opened the door for us and a car was waiting there with the back
door open and ready for us.

     We got in and settled back as the car moved off and I noted that it
began to travel west instead of east.

     `We're going the wrong way for the opera house,' I said, thinking of
Covent Garden.

     `No we're not,' he grinned as he held my hand. `We're going to La
Scala in Milan.' I was too stunned to speak and just looked at him wide
eyed. He grinned at me again. `It's the debut of Pietro Donati and I've
heard he's a very good tenor.'

     `But...but...why me?' I stammered.

     `Don't take offence at this Magenta for you were second choice. The
young thing I was going to take fell off her horse and broke her ankle. I
only heard at lunchtime and so thought of you. You're not upset at that I
hope?' he asked anxiously.

     `No, no, I'm delighted that you thought of me at all after that...that
what transpired on the yacht in Cannes,' I said feeling my face go red at
what I had thought at the time of what his feelings might be toward me
because of those photo's.

     `It didn't do my reputation any harm,' he laughed. `I was thinking of
yours when I saw that magazine.' I squeezed his arm.

     `My stock went up at the agency,' I laughed. `Many people asked if it
was me and I never said it was nor did I deny it.' He laughed and gave me a
kiss on the cheek.

     We arrived at Heathrow and quickly went through the controls there,
me, having the foresight to having kept my passport with me in my purse,
and we were soon aboard his private jet and whisked up into the evening
skies above London.

     We didn't use the bed on the flight but ate some of the small
delicacies that were presented to us as well as drinking champagne before
we landed at Milan's airport. Sir Malcolm certainly had some pull for we
were whisked through passport control and customs and a limousine was
waiting for us being guarded by a policeman in a no parking zone.

     Within thirty minutes we were in the foyer of the Teatro alla Scala
and handing in his hat, cape and stick and my stole to the cloakroom
attendant and we were then escorted up the wide and plushly covered
staircase to be shown into a box that was three back from the stage. The
overture had just begun, a bottle of champagne was already open and the
attendant poured us a glass each and wished us a pleasant evening. Well I
assume that's what he said for I don't speak Italian.

     Neither did I understand one word of the opera Il Trovatore though I
got the gist of the story and simply loved the wonderful music as well the
singing of the man Malcolm had come to see. I clapped just as heartily as
the rest in this famous theatre at the finale and thoroughly enjoyed the
whole thing.

     `That was really wonderful Malcolm,' I said as we left the box and I
hugged his arm. `Thank you for bringing me for I shall never forget this
night.'

     `And it's not over yet,' he replied with a smile and we collected out
things and waited in the queue for a taxi and went off to a plush and
famous restaurant for a wonderful late dinner that I let him order for us
both.

     He paid the bill and a taxi was summonsed and as it moved off I
expected it to run us back to the airport and was surprised to see us pull
into the driveway of the Palazzo Grandioso, a magnificent looking hotel.

     `I thought we'd make a night of it,' he said and I smiled and knew
that I would give him the best I could for this wonderful evening. There
were no strange looks that we'd arrived without luggage and he signed in
and we were shown up to a fabulous suite near the top of the hotel and
after tipping the man, we were left alone and it was only then that I
really kissed him and thanked him for the pleasure he had already given
me. Then I thanked him again for the pleasure I was still yet to
receive. He laughed and kissed me back and began to undress me, kissing my
breasts which were revealed first.

     He even kissed my muff when I was completely naked and then I
undressed him. I folded his clothes up after I had first kissed the
erection he was sporting for my pleasure as well as his own. I went and
climbed on the bed and he then surprised me by going down on me, a thing I
never thought he would have done. It was really my place to give him
pleasure for the evening he had given me but I wasn't going to argue and
loved having him tongue my vagina before I begged him to come up and fuck
me.

     He was hard and rampant and quickly pushed himself inside and ploughed
my furrow and brought me to an orgasm at the same time as he came. I
squeezed his cock inside as he came, holding him tight to my body, trying
to really milk all of his seed out of his penis that was still throbbing
inside me.

     I lay there on my back with him still embedded deep inside as he lay
on top of me, our faces only inches apart as we looked into each other's
eyes.

     `How is it that just the sight of you makes me feel like a teenager
again? Wanting you with an urgency that no other woman seems able to do?'
He asked as he kissed me slow and gently on the lips.

     `Well I nearly wet myself when I heard you wanted to see me again,' I
replied, bringing my hands up to his face to stroke both cheeks as I
returned his kiss. `You are all man and I love where we are at this precise
moment. You on top and inside me. That is how I want you,' and I twitched
my vaginal muscles to emphasis what I was saying.

     I gave out a cry when he finally pulled out and I was quick to push
him onto his back and go down and take his still upright cock into my mouth
to suck on him till he deflated. Then it was into his arms to sleepily talk
of sex until I roused him up again with him kissing and fondling my breasts
to take me again.

     We had an alarm call in the morning and I was awake first and did the
same to him as I had Ralph only the morning before. Getting astride him and
using his morning erection to fuck myself and give him the pleasure of
coming too while he played with my breasts.

     We had showered and dressed in only our bathrobes when breakfast was
delivered to our room for it would have looked silly us going downstairs
for the meal wearing evening dress. But that was what we had to wear when
we checked out and took the offered car to the airport for our return to
London.

     We didn't use the bed this time either and I wondered if he would ever
take me into the mile high club again as he had done twice before on the
Cannes trip. His car was waiting for us and I was dropped off at the agency
for him to go on to his office, getting a lot of kisses for such a
wonderful night which I reciprocated in kind before getting out of the car.

     The agency was open but Samantha wasn't there so I was spared the
catty remarks that I probably would have got from her if she had of been. I
changed and made the secretary make a note as to what dress I had worn on
the file and got her to phone the taxi service to drive me home.

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