.. like a helpless girl. As I moved toward the bedroomhe followed me."I'll just stick with you. See how you turn yourself from a wimpy guyinto a sex... sissy." He chuckled. "And use plenty of lipstick. Like drawaround your mouth with... what do you pansies call it...?" Lip liner?" Yeah. That. Make your kisser look real big. Then color it in with yourfavorite red or pink or whatever. And cover that up with some of thatshiny crap. You got that in your stash?" In my...?" In them cosmetics. He died a few minutes ago, in the room where you were,” the automaton supplied dutifully.“Why are we alive?” Xavier asked this time, and by the trembling of his voice, he was fighting his emotions as much as Cory. “No, why am I alive? I understand why Cory...”“There is someone who can offer all the answers I cannot provide,” Hector’s creation replied in the same serene voice.Cory stole a nervous glance in Xavier’s direction, and his eyes were met by troubled ones.“I don’t care,” he said,. She guarded my belongings for me and extended my stay at the hotel. And she had waited by my bed for two days.Resourceful. Intelligent. Likes my dog. What more could I ask.“So you want a job,” I said thoughtfully.“I do,” she answered looking me straight in the eye.“Do you have a license?”“You have to work three years before you can get an agency license. I’ve served two under Lars,” she answered.“I meant a driver’s license,” I said. You needn’t have been around the block a few times for me to. She said that she had decided that this time, instead of sitting on the opposite end of the couch as she had done in the past, she would bring him a drink and then sat down next to him. That way, she said, as they talked she would be able to casually place her hand on his leg, right next to that bulge - the bulge had peaked her interest so much - without being too obvious.After a few drinks, a lot of chit-chat and the repeated random touching his leg she said that the bulge in his pants seemed.