I checked and it was working fine. I was confused for a moment.She came out of her room with the same saree that I watched her on that day. I thought ...hat she have some plans today, so might be wearing. She came near, gave a weird smile and locked the door. It was a puzzling moment for me. I didn’t get what she was doing. She came near me and said.Shreena: How am I looking?Me: Absolutely fantastic.Shreena: This is the way you wanted to see me right?I was in shock. I acted innocent.Me: In what. “And what will you get out of it?” Corky questioned with a frown.I was relieved that he didn’t seem disgusted, but intrigued by my offer. I also knew that I was now embarking on unchartered territory and needed to be cautious.“Can you keep a secret, Corky?” I gingerly asked.“Of course, Noel,” he reassuringly answered.“Don’t get me wrong, I love Mandy and we are happy together. Truth be told, however, I am also bisexual,” I added, before promptly qualifying, “But if I can watch my girlfriend. There’s someone you have to meet.’Washington, D.C.Ten hours later, Armis teleported into the Private Office of the President of the United States. This was a fairly modest room separated from the Oval Office by a rest room, complete with a shower in addition to the usual facilities. She sat down to wait.The President’s schedule showed that he always took a break before the evening’s business or entertainment – and Io’s overhead scan of the White House showed that there was only one person in. Alone, Marigold stripped out of her clothes. Absentmindedly, she sat and rubbed her breasts to bring circulation back into them. Looking down at the sports bra lying crumpled and inside-out on the floor, she had to admit that it really had grown too small for her and left angry red marks all around her ribcage wherever it dug into her. She'd picked the bra because it made her look much more flat-chested than she really was. Three years and a cup size ago, Elliot had told her that her breasts.