“Oh, yes,” she answers. “It’s your birth certificate, the one I sent off for. It’s the first step in making you legal.” She makes kiss wit... me strong.“Will I now receive ID?” I ask.“We’re going to have to go get it,” she says, “but this is what you’ll need to show them. One of the things, anyhow.”I still do not understand, but because Linda is pleased I, too, am pleased. It seems that soon I will have the ID that is needed for me to live in this place and to work for the money I must have.Then. He washed it thoroughly as usual, shavedaround it as part of his new required routine and prepared for the day. Heopened his drawer and took out a pair of boxers. Just as he was steppinginto them, he remembered and put them back in the drawer.He arrived earlier than usual at work, knocked at John's door and enteredbefore John had a chance to respond.John was sitting behind his desk, face buried in a morning newspaper, hisfeet up on the desk edge. John was completely naked, his cock already. He knew she was tall from where her voice had sounded when she walked beside him. He doubted that she was heavy because of her light footfalls and smooth, measured step. But such things as facial features, body contours, short or long-hair, blonde, brunette, redhead, or... or bald, dammit to hell... those were the things that drove him damned near mad!A man didn't forget what female beauty was like in three years, especially such a lusty bird-watcher as he'd been. Christ, if he'd ever known. I think you’ll like it.’ I went into the bathroom and drew a hot bath for her. I took the phone with me and made a few arrangements with some people as I did, speaking quietly so Julie couldn’t hear what I was saying. I emerged back from the bathroom. ‘Julie, your bath is ready,’ I said. ‘Nothing beats a relaxing soak in the tub on a weekend. I know from experience.’ Julie didn’t even seem abashed as she removed her underwear, posing naked in front of me. ‘You drew me a bath,’ she said. ‘I.