That and a desk. Yeah, it isn't much, but thanks to college tuition, my ass is on the ramen noodle diet. Anyway, when I walked into my "lab", I saw my...friend Wendy there waiting for me. In classic Wendy fashion, she was making a beeline for the single most dangerous thing I posessed. "For the love of God, don't touch that!" I shouted, running toward her. She was reaching for a vial of purple liquid on my desk. "Do you have any idea what..." I wasn't going to touch anything, Matt," she lied,. That would give her a bit of time to look over them and become familiar with them, at least. Georgina called her. We only heard one end of the conversation.“It’s me, Georgina. (Pause.) Your daughter. (Pause.) So, you got them. Good. (Pause.) I’ll make you a deal. Sign the papers Daddy sent you and move on. He has already moved on, as have I, and you need to do the same. And, stop trying to take everything he holds dear. If you don’t, you are looking at your future in those papers you were just. During our sessions,she mentioned that she always fancied a threesome and wanted to know if i can handle it.I was ok with both MFM & FMF threesomes.But since i am not bi-sexual i was skeptical about MFM. She then told me that she once shared a lesbian relation with one of her close friends Nita whom even i knew.She was married to a rich guy with a kid and asked if she can get her in.I realized she was bi-sexual and was more than happy and said ok.After a few weeks i got a call on a saturday. Girls clothes didn't seem to go in for pockets, I'm not sure pants thistight could have fit them even if the designers had tried. So I dugout a medium sized purse I'd bought a few weeks ago and dumped walled,keys, and phone in it, and headed for the door, it was going to betight timing even if I hurried. I locked my front door behind me andfroze. Dark nailed fingers holding my key, poised where I'd pulled itfrom the lock in my door. I was outside. I was in public dressedobviously as a.