My secretary was all smiles when I walked in to work. “Rough morning?” she asked. “No,” I replied, “Just a busy one.” I liked Jane, and s...e was like my right arm. We clicked well, not in a sexual way, but in every other way. I settled into my office and fired up my computer. I couldn’t get what had just transpired out of my mind. I focused on reading several contracts that had been sent to me to review. Several hours later, Jane buzzed me on the intercom. “Armbruster is here,” she said. Oh. Parking her unmarked unit in front she entered the door. She stopped for a minute to talk to the dispatcher on duty, always the quickest way to find out if anything interesting or exciting was going on. After checking her in-box, she caught up on paperwork. Frowning over one open case, she decided to hit the street.As she left she looked at the time. Sticking her head in the dispatcher's officer she asked. "Kay, can I use one of the phones? I left my cell in my car and I need to call my son's. " Salvatori braced himself, afraid that Uncle Harry would kiss him again.The man -- his other self -- did kiss him, but lightly on the cheek. "Don't be afraid. You'll like this even more." He stroked Salvatori's chest through the light gown. "Then we can kiss some more."One hand continued to stroke Salvatori's chest; Uncle Harry's fingers playing with his tiny nipples. The other hand slowly lifted the bottom of his nightgown, raising it almost to the waist. Salvatori shivered as he felt. He'd picked up one of those romance novels one time, and read a few pages. He'd decided it was crap. "Well, there you are. Harmless fantasies. The fantasies guys have are harmless, just like that." Maybe not," she said."What?" Before all this happened, I didn't think that much about physical things ... about sex." How can you not think about physical things while you're using Roger, or Johnny?" he asked."All that does is make the fantasy seem more real," she said. "I used to dream of falling in.