Fucking as a man had always been great fun, but playing thewoman's role, being fucked was the stuff that dreams were made of, andArthur was in deliriu....Each thrust was met with a counterthrust as Arthur's vestige of manlyidentity slip further away, he knew, that once he had been a man but nowwas he woman?, Everything seemed to have changed. the question was he a manwas absurd, twas not possible as a man was fucking him and he was awanton,a slut, a wench, a woman of surpassing beauty, of large. ” And with that Lisa was off to the phone with a light skip in her step. The next day Jill arrived on our doorstep around 2 pm wearing a loose sundress, sunglasses and a large floppy hat to keep the sun off. She was also carrying her beach bag, which I knew from previous times at our pool, contained a barely there bikini, sunscreen, and a trashy summertime-type novel. She also held a bottle of chilled champagne until she presented it to me with a friendly hug and a typical L.A. air kiss past. " Yes, I know Merlin and his habitual secrecy quite well, the man practically invented 'need to know' before anyone else had come up with the concept," she said."So, how are we to trap our spy?" I asked."That's why I invited Róisín," Morgana said. "I'm going to put her on placement in Diplomatic for a short while whilst Arch ostensibly goes on a leave of absence somewhat similar to what I had you do, John, for this investigation. It's not unusual and no eyebrows will be raised and hopefully. I think they were what struck me most and were certainly the part of her image that has woken me in a cold sweat every night since. The last detail I noticed was a beautiful cross hanging from a chain around her neck. The cross was sparkling proudly on her breast apparently oblivious to the horror surrounding it. Combined of both silver and gold it was quite possibly the most beautiful object I had ever seen. Apparently I was not the only person to ignore her. Crowds of City workers were.