The noise had come from his oldblack phone, which he had stowed in the suitcase pocket again. He openedthe pocket and looked at the phone, finding ano...her message from Dennis:WHAT DO YOU MEAN? PLEASE TELL ME YOU AREN'T STILL TRYING TO DO BUSINESSWITH YOUR LAST PROSPECT.The last sentence of the message was Dennis' roundabout way of wonderingif Tyler was still targetting Ben Rosenthal. And no, Tyler wasn't stilltargeting Ben. Tyler had moved on to bigger, better, older, easier fishto. Even Fluffy had been persuaded to take in the sights of the city for a while. Kat slinked across the floor in her heels and stopped to take a deep breath. With one last adjustment of her boobs in the strappy little black number she was wearing, she opened the door. Dylan looked fantastic. He wore a really classy pair of expensive dress boots, some black pants and a black leather belt. His broad, robust torso was covered in a crisp, white linen shirt that had the sleeves partly rolled up his. If anyone's sex mad, Crystal thought, it's got to be Kayla. Three times a day? Maybe four? And at the office, not on a 'retreat' or off-site? Part of the problem was that Kayla had a large bosom, and if unsupported, her breasts bounced around a lot. Like just about all of the women at Hubbard, she didn't 'other wearing a bra after the first break. The only exception were those who went out at lunch.Ten minutes later she straddled Warren, rubbing herself up and down on his hard length. His. I felt my weight receding, a lightness thatI had not known to exist filling my soul. The light extended throughme, shining out of my back, and collecting into two featheredappendages. It continued, coursing through my body, reshaping, molding.Every fiber of my being seemed infused with the brightness as I feltmyself becoming slimmer, but stronger. I could feel the pulls ofweights on my torso, both to the front and the back. Between my legs,well, the light pushed inwards, reshifting my genitalia.