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I practically fell upstairs to get changed, but was unsure whether to go for the hello boys look or something a little more housewife. I plucked out my favourite bias-cut dress and teamed it with summer sandals. I wanted something alluring, not sleazy as I didn't want to give the impression of being a complete walkover, but hey he’d already seen my underwear today. Pulling the cool summer dress over my head the fabric clung to my curves in all the right places, and caressing the contours with my hands, I could feel it’s silky fabric against my palms. The only lip-moistening agent I had to hand was a chap stick, not exactly Miss Glamour puss but it’ll do. The last time I actually dressed to impress was during the days of big hair, blue eye shadow and over-sized t-shirts telling me to Relax.