Are you Jane?” And she walked over and gave Samantha a warm hug. “No, I am Sam. Samantha.” And she was embarrassed to hear her voice shake. “O..., Sam, you poor dear, you are just soaked and you must be freezing.” She looked Sam over and Samantha was mortified to see her own nipple were rock hard…from the cold, of course. “Here, let me turn the shower on for you, it is nice and warm.”Missy waited a second and Samantha had the oddest feeling it was to see if she was going to get undressed in front. J drank her coffee in silence, giving me time to wonder if she believed me. Did she hear my fake orgasm? Did she think I had a real one? Adding more information to the story would certainly lead her to believe I was lying. It was better to stick to the simple facts.When she finished, she got up and went to her computer. She said nothing, so I could only wait for her judgment or to be dismissed. She made a phone call I couldn’t completely follow, but it was something about tomorrow and she gave. Another woman came in behind me and started to sit as well. I knew hervaguely. She was the administration manager, Zoe Kellerman. "Oh hiMarjorie. How was your lunch? Did you get that dress you were after fromDorothy Perkins in the end?" Er, no," I replied, marvelling at the mature woman's voice that wascoming from my lips; at the way these people were treating me; as thoughI really was one of them. "I... decided not to." Oh. Shame. When does the sale end?" I uh... I don't know."She started. But it made it all the harder on David, because he knew hecouldn't speak a word of his new partner to Christine. Not after thatthing with Stacy six months ago. It was a mistake to have slept withStacy; it was even worse that he briefly deflected suspicion by claimingStacy was a guy (like Stacey Keach). After that, he couldn't even hintof a friendship with a woman that Christine didn't know.David was engrossed in these thoughts when he entered his apartment tofind an angry Christine."Who is.