We had an office party to celebrate a large contract we had won for our public relations firm. We popped corks on a few champaign and wine bottles, said a lot of toasts, and celebrated the fact we had won such a fat contract away from our rival firm, Max Marketing.

Shelia was dressed as usual, in a skirt and blouse, all prim on proper, but as the party wore on, she let her hair down from her usual bun, and started smiling alot more.

Soon, we were the only two left, and had just finished cleaning up the mess when I saw my camera in my desk drawer. I'd always wanted to ask Shelia if I could take pics of her, and since I knew she was a little buzzed, I figured now was my chance...