Alarm on his face, Don pulled his shirttogether, then fastened a couple of buttons. The knock sounded again,more insistently. Don silently padded to ...he door and pressed his eye tothe peephole, a stretch for this shorter body. Instantly, Donrecognized the man at the door, and he gave a sigh of relief as heunlatched the door.'Did you have a pleasant nap, Miss Jenkins?' Rourke asked as he steppedinto the room.Don started to speak, then stumbled, then opened his mouth again. 'MissJenkins?' He. " "That's a lot of work, and you got it down pat. Too damn pat." "Thank you..." "Er, you--like being Camellia?" "Yes." "I mean a lot." "Yes. In a way...there's more of her life in me than mine." "So, would you rather be Camellia than gay?" I asked semi-furtivelyand Harvey mulled for a second and nodded a little abashedly. "To be near you, I...I'd stay a girl...yes." "Huh," I was impressed. I could tell it was life-crisis thing for him,and for him to be. ”Paul: You did? Without even telling me?Monique: “Well telling you would’ve defeated the purpose, wouldn’t it Paul? I mean, given that the whole problem was due to your running some sort of personal project on our servers that was eating up bandwidth like a glutton, I’m pretty sure the problem would’ve gotten hidden had you known about the outside investigator.”Paul: Well sure, but the projects done anyway so all the systems are back to normal. No harm no foul!Monique: “No harm no foul? You. She moans louder and louder, finishing a drag as she put the cigarette down, “shit we need to go to the bed, fuck almost burned myself,” she said.She pulled me to the bedroom, showing off her king size bed as she turned around and pulled my shirt off. She kissed me deeply, then laid down on the bed. “Let’s get back to where you were just about to make me cum,” she said as she spread her legs wide. I smiled at her as I kissed up her thigh and continued my tongue lashing on her clit. “That’s it.