On those days when I wake to my warrior, eager and forceful. I attend the Board meeting with stockings and a merry widow under my conservative suit.
Lay down procedure like a newspaper on a bad dog's butt. Fierce. Fiesty. Forecast financial futures like a gypsy woman on a crystal ball.
A hell-fire filled woman with a plan. Demanding. Defining. The terms according to my needs. I wear stockings. A tiny cat 'o nine tails in my purse. Those suited arms itch to please.