"Really, I think you should go," I said. But my voice squeaked as I saidit. I cleared my throat as she stood there looking at me smugly. "Isaid..."...I squeaked again. I reached for my water bottle and took anervous sip. "Morgana, you'll have to excuse me, " I began to say. Myvoice sounded like a teenage girl's. High pitched, feminine, and with aninflection of questioning at the end. No matter how much I cleared mythroat or coughed, my deep, gravely, authoritative voice eluded me."I don't. "Nashiimi didn't look away. Her soft dark eyes looked deep into his as she squeezed his hand. Jean reached his other hand up and stroked her cheek, finally feeling the softness of her skin. She smiled and then did the same to him."We should go," Jean suggested. "Someone will look for you." No, it is good," she replied. "We have all night, do not worry."He couldn't stop himself from kissing her. Their lips touched gently at first, tentative and light, but quickly became much more. They embraced. Looking into those big green eyes, just as sad as the day he was getting pummeled buy a group of assholes. “You…um… you look… like a prostitute.” , he said.“Told you!”“No, no! You look look great. Not that I’m checking you out… just… Definitely passable.”“Well, thanks. The wig itches and these heels kill but it’ll be over soon. Remember I’m going to pretend I have a headache half-way in so we can bounce early.”“Got it. I have notes here. Um, your name is Melissa but I call you Missy. We met in. . wasn’t it?”“Umm, yes, I guess you did,” Ryan confessed, “and solved the problem, too, didn’t you?” He surveyed the moist gleam of his daughter’s thighs. “But there is one problem that we have to do something about.” With a face that was full of inquisitiveness, Patty asked, “What’s that, Dad?”“Well, Baby, your pussy is all covered in girl-cum, and I think it needs to be cleaned up a bit.”Patty’s expression took on a reluctance to even consider trying to move, but she began to raise herself up.