Soft red carpet covered the entire floor, a table covered in fine food, drinks and a large book, was off to the side. On the other end of the room wa... a small walled off enclosure containing a toilet and a shower. At the end of the carpet in any direction, a sheer wall of mist hung around in a perfect square, looking up there was nothing, just empty whiteness. It was probably the nicest prison cell that she'd ever seen. But a prisoner she was, or assumed anyway, since she couldn't figure. She snickered. Two minutes later I wondered if her parents had suffered hearing damage. She took a pair of pliers, carefully removed the now thoroughly fried bug, and set it on her bench. She made quiet motions, and pulled out a small box with an antenna, sweeping over Harriet. She then picked up the same device she had used on the first bug, and waved it, making static looking sparks, over Harriet's purse. She did another check, and smiled."Mind of I look inside?" Harriet, looking totally. "(Wow! But actually my radar is locked on someone else at the moment)"No I was wondering if you people always stick to an exact script or if sometimes you just let things flow." Flow," Dede repeated while wrinkling her brow at me."You know," I continued. "You just follow the action like you're covering a sporting event." Sporting event." You would have thought I had just grown two heads."I mean like with soccer you always know the action is going to be where ever the ball is. And with porn. But I was awake andsomething was off. Typically that much sexiness - in dream or real life -would invoke a campsite in my underwear. It didn't. I did feel somethingelse down there, though. Do you know the feeling when your junk istwisted up and you're seated in front of a group of people and it's goingto be too obvious to adjust it? Well, it was like that, only... moist?"You have become a woman."I could feel my brow contort. The thought of my new reality wasn'texactly horrifying. No. I had.