I am girly girl. I just love nice shoes, stocking and dressing up pretty. Even at work I try to look sharp, but feminine.
The other girls say, "Virginia, where do you buy your outfits?"
"Well, a girl's got her secrets," I say, but really I shop mostly at Ann Taylor and Saks.
I am fastidious and a born organizer. Everything in its place. I even iron my underwear before I put them in the drawer.
I am petite and wear size 4, but my legs are strong. I wish I was Audrey Hepburn, or Mary Tyler Moore, but that was the golden age of high fashion.
I have exciting men to date, but I keep them at arm's length. I am playing the field right now, but I always have a weekend date scheduled.
My office is a busy place with all kinds of people. Some wear career suits. Others dress kind of frumpy. One lady in particular, Joyce, dresses like a man if you know what I mean. She has a bad haircut and a lumpy suit, but everyone knows she's as smart as a whip. She has a cruel sense of humor, too.
Let me tell you about a really bad moment at work. Have you ever had an accident in the ladies' room? I would call it a flushing accident. I was finishing up from a pee-pee. As I stood up to flush and simultaneously, pull my panties up...woosh! The water splashed up from the toilet all over my panties, butt and legs.
I cried out "Oh!", I was not a happy camper!
Oh, dear, what to do?
Well, I glanced nervously around that I was alone in the bathroom I left the stall and went to the sink. I laid my wet panties on the counter.
