I was still pissed off at her for doing it. It wasn't making any sense.-0-The next three months were a whirlwind of work, work and more work. I landed...running that first morning and by the Christmas-New Years break, I hadn't stopped. I got so much positive reinforcement from the people at Interstate that you'd have thought I was at a Dr. Phil seminar. I was making progress even quicker than they had hoped. I had sourced and implemented a simple inventory management system -- Windows based.I was. Nightmare still had a tendency to flinch whenever she was hit by a knife or club, and Nemesis was trying to get her over that so that she could fight more efficiently. Nightmare was making good progress, but she still needed more practice to be up to Nemesis' standards.The two women were armed exactly alike with baton, gun, and knife. The only way to tell them apart without hearing a voice was to note that Nemesis was slightly taller and had bigger tits and ass. Even at that, the two. I reached in the back seat and grabbed a t-shirt that was on the seat cleaning my face with it. I leaned back finally breathing more normally and looked at him in amazement.I asked him, "Are you gay?"He said, "No, I just have a high sex drive that keeps me looking for sex partners. It's hard for me to get a good blow job or to get all the way into a female because of my size." He continued, "I've found middle aged married white guys make better sex partners, because some really like to suck big. " I said and left to wait for her.I had to look for Dianne's car in the lot and found it right in frontof the door, where I would be on display. Since she owned a small lowroadster I was seated on the trunk at the level of a low chair and hadto clamp my thighs together to hide my chastity, which clunked on thelid if I moved. The cold metal trunk lid chilled my bottom and added tomy discomfort. About an hour later another car pulled into the spacebehind Dianne and left the headlight on.