Twenty Three. Twenty f...no not worth it," I thought in my head as I pulled off a quick almost-right-to-left transfer. It's funny how the standard wen... up as the likes neared the end. Suddenly, my eyes went wide, followed by a thud, and a yell. "Fuck!" I called out, phone bouncing off my forehead, then tumbling down the couch. "Shit, shit, shit, don't swipe for me." Yo, Chris, chill man" Neil said, coming back in after the exclamation. "I'm sure you'll have more chances tomorrow, even if your. I then took my place behind my desk. A pen and pad were the only items that marred its smooth surface but I couldn't help but notice the smell of my secretary's sex that still lingered in the air."I'm just a hundred hour a week gopher for the partners," Katherine O'Malley answered but I could see she was pleased at my description and the fact that I'd clearly done some research on her in preparation of our meeting. I watched as her eyes traveled around the office slowly, clearly registering. I couldn't bring myself to look in the mirror again, I feltcompletely embarrassed as it was.Going downstairs, I took a deep breath and opened the front door,looking out I saw my saving grace, it was pouring with rain. Runningacross to my little van, I grabbed my oilskins and hurried back withthem. I pulled on the waterproof trousers first, delighted to see thembrilliantly hiding the effeminate trousers beneath. The oilskin jacketworked just as well and for the first time that morning I felt. I will write that on the sheet."The next two weeks were agony for Matt. Hendy had taken Beth and as he said had hypnotised her again and again gradually supplanting the suggestions that the Frenchman had placed there. Matt called often and sat with Beth. She was no longer a bed patient, but seemed lethargic and uncommunicative. Hendy was little better, refusing or perhaps unable to discuss the progress that his patient had made. Matt was tearing himself apart. Visiting Beth as often as he.