That not even being the worst case scenario. She could out me to a lot of people, like where I worked. I would be taking a lot of shit for that. I kne... I was going to tell her sooner or later, but I was just waiting for some magic moment. When I could tell her, and all the judgments would just not come out. I knew that was probably never gonna happen, but unfortunately, the moment was chosen for me. I was in my apartment, and Phebe had a key. So, she just came in, and she was in for a. Marcia was distressed now. "I am very sorry Jess I didn't mean to upsetyou. In fact I was going to tell you about my employment prospectstoday, you simply asked me before I had the chance to tell you."I was mellower again, "I have to ask a few more questions Marcia. Doyou really want to work as a part time office cleaner? Are you givingup your computer skills? And how about your Marcia persona, are youwilling to continue being Marcia?"She looked concerned and a bit worried, "I am a bit confused. Apparently they can 'hear' a navigation beacon or IFF beacon that seems to belong to a Confederacy ship. But as everyone knew until Master Will and the Aer Lingus fell through one star-gates are impossible.Well let me tell you something. I'm about six or seven months into my study of space-time according to the Confederacy, and though they don't admit to having ever built such things it is obvious to me that they could be built. It also seems to me that they should not be built until we have. She was aroused.“But why?” I wondered. I pondered this for a while before I felt her gaze on me. Peering up, I found her staring at me with lust-filled eyes. Suddenly, everything made sense. Her oddly perverse behavior. Her soaking-wet pussy. Her need to get naked. She was horny. And it was all because of my studly new body.“Would you like to lick my pussy?” she asked, confirming my suspicions.I was stunned. Not only was she attracted to me, but she was willing offering herself to me. As.