" he whispered.I looked again, and was shocked to realize that he was right! I was about to frame my response when the girl in front of me put down he... tray and reached into the small purse, which she was carrying. I saw her pull out an egg-shaped object in a dark plastic. It had a large button on the surface, which she immediately pressed. A loud beeping started, and I could see all the girls in the room look up at us. Some had smiles on their faces while others appeared upset.Miss Jones. Wrapping the towel around me, I went up to the master bedroom. Sitting at my makeup table, I began an attempt to untangle my hair with a comb. I adjusted a smaller mirror to view my open door.I saw my son leave the bathroom with a towel wrapped around him. Thinking Kent had already showered, I stood up, removed the towel only to find my new friend walking, naked, into the bathroom. I don't know if he saw me, I was almost sure he hadn't, but I had viewed one of the most beautiful cocks I had. Not to mention that this sort of case is always good for a politically ambitious district attorney. I promise you, however, that that element was only secondary in my thoughts, at least at first.I assured my daughter that I would look into it without hesitation, and I did just that.That very evening, I met two detectives in my office to lay out the story, as best I knew it. Tamara Wong was an immigrant, having arrived with her family about six years earlier from Taiwan. Tamara was her. I know a makeup artist. Actually, he bills himself as a master of disguise, and he hires out occasionally. I'll contact him this afternoon."I was a blonde again, but a hairpiece caused my blondness, not hair dye. I also looked five-years older than my seventeen years and about five-months pregnant. Charlie Twigs, the master of disguise, figured a pregnant secretary would engender sympathy from the nannies and nurses I'd be meeting.Twigs was one of life's real characters. Bald except for an.