After turning off the heater, I left the bathroom door open to help heat the house during the morning chill. It was the weekend after Thanksgiving, so...it was the unofficial first days of winter. In which case the chill was to be expected.My little house’s real heat source was an LP gas floor furnace. It was set under the floor with a grill through the hall floor outside the bathroom. That furnace didn’t have a thermostat. It had a three setting switch on the wall. I turned it down to it’s. We had been open and honest with Philine about what we could do and she was looking forward to going home and not having to worry about money or food anymore. Computer had run through what she would need to do and what to avoid. Philine was happy and even went so far as to turn me down when I offered her the chance to stay with us.'That is a kind offer but I am from my time. I wish to go home. I would make one more request from you, please would you check up on me regularly and make the offer. And when the former television actress turned model-agency executive had made her exit, one of the young hopefuls nearest Phillip made the identification certain."That was her! Valerie Dodge! Isn't she gorgeous, just like in all her films!" the young girl had shrieked, and Phillip had agreed, indeed, Valerie Dodge was a beautiful woman, blessed with genetic good looks and enough money to sustain them with daily trips to the plushest of Manhattan's glittering salons. She was tall, he guessed. She was panting, clawing at the walls of the bathroom stall in post orgasm ecstasy. I slid my cock out with a sloshing, smacking sound, still bright red and rock hard. "Your...pussy...is amazing!" I could barely get the words out between heavy breaths. I turned around to grab some toilet paper to clean my cock and froze in my tracks. Our waitress, a young, dark haired girl with wide hips and small, though nicely shaped breasts, stood in front of our stall. She had her hand pressed over her.