Elizabeth shook her head, blonde curls swaying back and forth. "His whole industry is crashing thanks to outsourcing. All of the jobs are getting sent...to other countries. There's no work!"Megan shook her head, her light brown hair pulled into a reserved bun to match her gray power suit. She knew about her sister's prejudicies about 'immigrants' and people from other countries, and it always made her shake her head. They had grown up in a well to do upper middle class white neighborhood. ”“Better than me?” I said humbly. I have always had an inferiority complex about my looks and sexual attractiveness. I felt very inferior.Pam showed sensitivity to me and did not answer my question directly. “Roger was essentially on the staff at Club Med to cater to needy women. I suspect that every week he would hook up with one or more. He had a nice comfortable manner and I understood that there was no emotional involvement, just great recreational sex. For me it was almost like using a. (It wasn't, she was just getting more skillful at applying the heavy, garish make-up she now always wore.) Kiki's strange, yet immensely satisfying dreams continued too. She looked forward to her nightly dream-trysts with her sexy, pantyhosed coworkers. Over the course of the past few weeks she had dream-fucked Carrie, Kelly, Rita, Patty, Bethany, Kelli, Lauren, Xian, Tess and Trisha several times each. It had gotten to the point now that she always had a penis in her dreams. So she wasn't. Shit. Shit.I slowly turned around and walked into his room where he lay on his bed grinning like he just won a million dollars.“So, you saw me the entire time?”“I didn’t see you, but I knew you were there.”“How?”“I heard you come up the first time, then when you came back upstairs, I heard walking down the hall.”“Oh.” I said and started to walk back out the door. “No wait! Stay in here with me.”“I can’t. Your mom is going to come looking for me soon. I actually just came up here to get some.