The Little Lady

On my twenty-first birthday, I married Sir Peter Hargreaves. We must have looked comical when we stood at the altar. I was four-feet, seven-inches (but taller in high heels) and he was just over six feet. I was attending a seminar with my normal-sized brother Andrew about financial planning when we sort of met. I was sitting in the middle of the front row almost directly in front of Sir Peter, who was making a speech. He couldn't keep his eyes off me.We had a very affluent lifestyle and he was well known in the village where we lived. My husband had a business that was just about getting by but he wanted more, quite a lot more. Peter had the ambition, but not the means to succeed. Being so small I had to have my clothes specially made because I was not going to buy off the peg from children's shops.Luckily for me, my Aunty May was a dressmaker şişli escort of some repute and she lived just twelve miles away. During a visit for fittings of four summer dresses, I noticed that there were several uniforms hanging up waiting to be collected. I rather liked that idea. Imagine it, little me wearing the uniform of an Admiral, or maybe a Police Commissioner!One afternoon a buyer came to see Peter to place an order for our company's product. I never even knew he was there so I was a bit surprised to see him sitting in the lounge, but he was clearly very surprised to see me. I was wearing a flowery dress, little white socks, and black high heels. The buyer's interest did not go unnoticed. I wanted our business to succeed, and if I could be part of that success then I would be.I discussed with May a few ideas for şişli escort bayan various outfits without discussing my ideas with my husband. About a week later another buyer came to place an order. This time I knew he was coming. With Peters's permission, I was allowed to appear in the lounge wearing a traditional Victorian style maid's uniform and to serve the drinks and be very respectful and humble. I even bowed when I left the lounge.The buyer was most impressed. Thanks to May, I was building quite a collection of outfits. The orders were coming in quite well but they were for small batches only. There were four big buyers and we needed their orders. Peter decided to have a social evening at our house and invites were sent out to just about anyone who might place orders.Twelve people turned up that evening including Jock Brown mecidiyeköy escort (a big buyer) and also Mrs, Jennings, another good buyer. I had decided to wear my uniform of a Chief Inspector in the London Met. My instructions from my husband were to circulate and talk to everyone using my best little girly voice. You could say that I was a person of interest. Mrs. Jennings seemed to want rather a lot of my time, so an arrangement was made for us to meet up the following week at the Red Bull public house. My attire for that day was a school uniform, something which she clearly approved of. We sat at a corner table; I was sipping my fizzy drink through a straw while she twittered on about this and that,It was pretty obvious to me that her interest went a lot further than just my company in a public place. She was eating me with her eyes. It was something that I turned to my advantage. I may have been very small, but I was also very streetwise. There was a contract that needed to be signed, and I knew that it would only take a little nudge from me for her to sign it.