My car was in the garage for servicing, so I had to take the bus to work, no great hardship, anyway I was working away and my boss came over to me, he had been looking out of the office window and noticed that my car wasn't there, I explained that it was in the garage for it's annual full service and that I'd travelled by bus, he then insisted that he was going to drive me home after work. His car is his pride and joy, it's a very old, fully restored mgbgt in British racing green, he parks over two bays all of the time so that no one can prang his doors. After our shift we walked to his car, he opened the passenger door for me and stood waiting for me to get in, I froze, here is my 63 yr old boss waiting for me to get into his beloved classic car, now I'm 5'6" without my heels on, I'm wearing a grey skirt suit, the skirt about 6" above my knees, 4" heels and I've got no underwear on, how the hell am I going to get in there, with the seats almost touching the road, I tried putting my right leg in first, that would work without hitching my skirt up to far, Jim told me the easiest way would be to sit on the edge of the seat then swing my legs around, easy enough if he wasn't standing there protecting his precious leather interior, I again tried with my right leg first, carefully hitching my skirt up, but once more the material was preventing me from opening my legs open enough to get into that damn car, once again I hitched my skirt up a touch more, but to no avail
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