Then, our lips separate, and I shifted my focus to nibbling on your chin. Moving up, I drew your lower lip in between my teeth, allowing it to escape ...oftly, and setting up tingling ripples as it went. Neither of us spoke as I kissed your neck, nibbling as I went, little moans that seemed to have lives of their own arose from somewhere among our mutual passion. The sounds served to increase our ardour, and by now you could feel my fully erect cock pressing against your pelvis. The knowledge of. That wasn't me. In the mirror. That wasn't my face! Or my hair!I stepped toward myself, touching the top of my head with one hand, theside of my face with the other.I was looking at someone else gaping back at me in astonishment.My hair was much shorter, totally absent lower than my ears but quitebushy on top; spiky. And it was white-blond. I'd been a brunette withshoulder length curls! It looked awful! It felt strange to run myfingers through. It was drier than my hair normally was. It wasn't. ‘Yeah, I do the cooking and cleaning and stuff.’ One burst with laughter. ‘Jeez, don’t encourage him,’ another snapped. ‘He doesn’t shut up.’ ‘And what’s the kid?’ ‘Sörensen’s nephew.’ I was stared at, but he didn’t speak to me. ‘So boss is happy?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Well, put ’em away.’ They needed to talk and do their ‘work’, or whatever. We were ushered away behind a door, into a very empty looking office. ‘No funny business,’ a voice reminded us. Someone leant against the shut door, his back visible. He pulled away slightly and just smiled down at me."Well, I love you romantically, of course," he said it so easily that I just couldn't believe it. My face went blank."No," I responded. He had a puzzled look on his face at the reply I gave to something that wasn't even a question to begin with."What do you mean 'no'?" I looked away from him."No means no. You can't feel the way I feel about you about me. It's not possible." That really shocked him. For the first time, I saw the hint of anger.