I knew that I had to hide my hormonal rushes from Helen or she would getsuspicious. To make matters worse I had doubled the dose of oestrogenpills fro... two to four I was supposed to take every night. They weren'tthat powerful and were meant to just even my emotions out between myweekly shots but doubling the dosage would assure that the day was goingto be one continuous pleasurable and delicious rush. The men who werefortunate to book me today were going to get far more than they bargainedfor.. She took a deep breath and told herself herfears were silly. There could still be a rational reason for theelaborate precautions here. She couldn't let Ms. Sunder's kinkyneeds, vague, half-remembered threats, and bizarre circumstances,turn into the stuff of conspiracies and bad novels. She would playalong and was sure things would sort themselves out. The little voice in her head returned. She was merely too afraid to back out, it said. And it was right.* * *Jason Jason Andrews grinned as he. In my state, the wording of the sign gives me the right to use the recording as evidence in a court of law and it gives me all rights to the resulting video and audio.On two occasions, my surveillance system recorded men who appeared to be attempting to break into my home. I provided the police with copies of the recordings, but according to the DA, the only crime proven by the tapes was trespass. I think there was an obvious case of attempting to break-in, but I'm not a lawyer. The authorities. "I'm sorry, Sir. I thought you'd prefer to wear trousers instead of askirt. Still, if you'd prefer a skirt..." She turned to the wardrobewhere several secretarial pencil skirts were hanging."Wait a minute. What do you mean by that? Of course I want to weartrousers." Dean looked alarmed at the thought of wearing a skirt andthe inevitable matching stockings."Well, trousers can't be seen to have a bulge, Mr Prentice. Women'spants are cut quite snugly at the crotch, so your package, so to.