First, a light breakfast at the Corner Bakery. Idling over a muffin and coffee with yesterday’s Tribune, I felt totally at home in my temporary skin... An article in the Metro section caught my eye: POLICE SEARCH FOR CLUES IN HOTEL SLAYING Chicago – A transgendered tourist was savagely beaten to death by an unknown assailant in ‘her’ hotel room last night. After guests in a nearby room at the Sheraton complained about a loud altercation, hotel security entered a room registered to a male guest. Her figure was 40 38 40, big boobs and big buttock. As we like in the middle of the city, we were not getting any place to make out and be cozy. Either we had to book a room in a hotel, which would cost our whole day or make out wherever we used to get time or place. We generally would make out in my car. It was kept away from my home, in a parking lot (underground floor) of a commercial complex (generally unused and non-working cars were kept). Nobody would come there. In the meantime, our. . Err... I hadn't thought of that. That actually makes a lot of sense." The scientist admits.The Director shakes her head. "This is already trying my patience. The only reason I'm still here is because the potential implications of this technology, if it truly works, are beyond your wildest dreams. I am a busy woman with an extremely full schedule. I cannot simply 'come back another day'." Her voice is not harsh, but it is firm."Tell me, have my credentials been added to your systems?” She. Seconds after his garment removal, Jesse then takes off the last remaining article of clothing in the room. His shirt. The bathroom light perfectly illuminated Jesse, body and all. He was built. Rock solid. Defined and toned to damn-near perfection. His chest seemed to be waxed, but he left his light treasure trail, to which Lacey's eyes are immediately drawn. Lacey reluctantly peels her glossy eyed stare from her old high school basketball teams star center forward. Flipping back to her.