<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Irene had changed into a long white strapless cotton dress that allowed her freedom of motion. It clung softly to her form reaching to her ankles. A silver butterfly outlined in diamond studs brought a pleated sweep bow knot to center between her breasts. Cleavage was hers to have with her size but she looked presentable as in good taste regardless at all times. This time she wore a simple pair of backless white sandals; to match her outfit. Now only if her hair would be tamed. </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">“Coming….” She opened the door with one hand in her hair desperately trying to fix it. Her eyes fell on Emiko and grinned. Hi Emiko, come in …oh and excuse me if I try to tame this mane of red. I do not know how you do it. I know I can tolerate heat as long as the AC is running. But this hair is thick and heavy; usually I do not mind it being down but until I get acclimatize it will have to come off the neck. </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">I seemed to have brought the smaller white hair clamp of the two I owned.” She giggled. Irene kicked her empty shoulder bag out the chair to let Emiko sit. </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">“So what brings you up this way…have the plans changed?”</span>