Why?"I guess I was curious what he'd say, so I just kinda said, "Well, why don't you do it now? I'll chill out and watch. It might be kinda hot."Mike ...ooked at me, and laughed.I was serious. I just kinda looked at him, and he says to me, "Oh shit. You're like serious?"I just shrugged, nodded and said, "Well yeah. Sure, I mean, why not? You gotta take care of it. Maybe, you know, you might like it more if someone is watching."He kind of looked at me and said, "Yeah, and if someone finds out, I'm. But then again, Ifeoma had spent damn near two years teaching me to be more aggressive and confident so I couldn't let her down now that she'd given me this shot."Yeah Ifeoma, I'm up for it." That's what I wanted to hear," she said smiling at me. Our cab pulled into our office parking lot and we both got out. "Ok, good meeting today. Go home early and get your head together. Tomorrow we start our crunch planning for the big one next week." Ok," I replied. She began to walk away, but turned when. Between his skilled digital manipulation and another half pint of spit my anus began to relax. He kept penetrating me slowly, working to open his prize for the plucking. ‘I got one finger in,’ he announced, a minute later to an unseen audience. ‘I got two,’ and within the next few minutes it was three and then four, and remember, Uncle had big old hands. ‘That feels ok Uncle Remus.’ ‘That’s good sweetie.’ I liked when he stopped calling me bitch, that scared me a little, now I was his sweetie.. Tim didn't bother to strike up conversation butinstead sat there with his legs crossed and acted the part fornow. He felt so helpless as he replayed the days events in hishead. To relax, Tim opened his newspaper but, plastered all overthe front page, was the incident of the chemical cloud. Picturesof victims and the new identities they had acquired filled thepage. The male passenger next to Tim couldn't help glancing overat Tim sitting in his short skirt and bra-less blouse and indoing so noted.