Carmen updated me on what the rest of the Gloria Allen team was doing. Sandra gave me the FBI skinny that trickled down from DC and back from Californ...a.Their mutual lack of progress made me regret my bench-time even more. Yet, what should I be doing? If I knew, I’d be out there kicking butt. But, like Daddy told me, “Sometimes you just have to let other people run with the ball.”“And then step in when the timing’s right?”“Sometimes.”Carmen called me from LA, “Gloria talked with her DC. We were friends on Facebook for quite some time now we used to chat as and when we can. Finally after months of chatting we exchanged numbers and started chatting.I always considered her to be an innocent type of a person but little did I know that she was going to be my slut. Whom I used to my heart’s content.So one fine day we were chatting at night and I was telling how I enjoyed fucking my slutty gf even she started telling me about her so called bf but they were more of just fuck buddies.. "Well you still have some way to go yet," she told me sweetly. "Youhave to learn to walk and to talk like a girl and it'll help you ifyou're staying in character." It was as if she were some expert.I felt like telling the lot of them to leave me the hell alone andthat I was leaving them to their mad scheme but realised I couldn'tget back home that easily from where we were. Eddie then surprised meby suddenly picking up all my old clothes and shoes, and began tostuff them into a black bin bag.. Irene said she'd better get things cleaned up before the kids got home and we got dressed. I told her I'd clean up the painting supplies. I left her around 3. I had to work from 5 to 9 and ran home to get showered and eat. The next day I showed up at Irene's house around 8:30. I was eager to get some work done and hopefully have time for some fun as well. Irene was wearing a thn tank top and some pretty short shorts. Her legs were short and thick but they were curvacious and.