Working Girl 3
Working Girl 3 By Susan Brown. For some reason, Mr Percy was dancing rumbas in my panties, trying to break free from its nylon prison. I could not believe that I was the same person. 'Wow.' I said with awe. As I looked at my new self, I realized that I was the spitting image of my mother. Okay not exactly, but probably when she was a girl about my age. My mum always dressed young and could have been my older sister in the photo I have on my shelf in the flat. I realised that to...