Glue on the chair

The men howled and whistled at the sight of my thong and my ruddy face. I quickly tried to save what could be saved. But whatever I tried I couldn't get my skirt off the chair. "Never mind Michelle," said one of the men, "We put glue on your chair, you can't get that skirt off."

"Michelle?" I heard someone say, "Wouldn't you even start your presentation? We don't have all day!" I realized it was Mr. Sutton talking to me. "B-b-but I can't present like that, can I?" I stammered. "Of course you do," said Mr. Sutton seriously.

Reluctantly I walked over to the projector to give the presentation anyway. "What a day," I thought to myself, "first I have to take off my shoes for a floor. Now I lose my skirt. What's next?" I had lost the attention of the men, at least for the figures and facts of the last period. Not for my bare feet, legs and my thong.