Another business lunch with my boss and my colleagues. I didn't get much for changing clothes either. Time is just too bad again. Just home. Stupid, our car is broken too. Good thing, at least Mick left me old Caravelle. I can pick Mick up at a very late hour. He is still working. At least he is happy when he meets me in my hot secretary outfit. A bit of perfume, put on lipstick, sharpen makeup and contours and off you go. I'm late again. I can't really walk or even run really fast in this super-tight office clothing. And certainly not in these murderously high and thin high heels. But acco... Show more