What's he doing here? Must have got lost.He felt totally out of place. He was out of place. What was he doing here anyhow? Sweating and feeling uncomf...rtable, that was what he was doing here. Get up and leave? Not yet, damn it.The poetry. Remember the poetry. Why? Maybe it'll take your mind off this damn nervousness. He began tapping the rhythm on the tabletop. The singsong syllables struggled to emerge from his larynx, then he set them free and chanted. First under his breath, then with. " I don't want to do anything that would bring attention to me at work." I don't think they would. We could make the changes gradually so theywouldn't be noticed. Rachel told me about a place where the guys go andthey're willing to work with the customer to make any changes as subtleas possible. You wear a jacket at work and it would hide your breasts.Would you be interested?"I thought for a few seconds. If I agree to do this am I telling her thatI'm interested in trying to attract a real man?. Finally, she had some room to stretch. One of the walls seemed to come from a bathroom or something, as there was a condom dispenser attached, as well as a first aid kit. Good, she needed medical supplies.She took a break, closing her eyes for a brief nap, with her knife in hand, of course. Ten minutes later, the sound of voices woke her up. She looked around, realizing the sound was coming from below. In the floor of the chamber was the grate from a storm drain, through which she could see. You want me to put a needle through my clit?” As she thought of it she closed her legs as if she was secretly turned on.“I’ll go with you. You’ll be fine. It’s gonna be worth it. I’d do it for you if I didn’t have a dick you know?” He said with a smile trying to lighten up the situation.She cracked as smile and sat back.She sighed and thought for a while and finally gave in that she’d do it.The next day she waited in the parking lot of the piercing shop for hey boyfriend, but he wouldn’t show.