Shelley

The door opened and there Shelley, our receptionist. “There's a gentleman at the desk, one Mr. Ward, who says he got a call from you for a tour of our building. Is that right?

"I don't know about anything." said astonished. Constance jumped in and said he was with her. "Come on, Becky. If you want order, give us a tour. We want to see everything from the basement to the attic." "B-b-but I can't give a tour like that, can I please have my underwear back." Before I realized it, there was a clipping sound "Unfortunately Becky, your dawdling costs you an extra button." Again the top button so that my dress now offered little or no protection to my breasts. Bright red, about what happened, I stuttered, "Okay, I'll give you a tour." In protest, I walked with Constance to the desk to pick up Mr. Ward. What will he think?