Parker that he'd hired through the mail stood for Jane Parker instead of John. She'd been lucky because he wasn't able to find a replacement and had t... take her along as his assistant. He allowed her to wear khaki pants and a blouse as they traveled during the day but insisted that she change into something more appropriate for the afternoon tea and dinner. They would sit around a portable table every evening, being fanned by the natives to keep the bugs away, as Sir Walter expressed his daily. As I ordered or drinks and I could not help but stare at her beautiful breasts and feel the heat coming from her. She had that devilish look on her face that she gets when she is turned on, and the looks she was getting from the businessmen sitting around the tables confirmed I was not the only one that noticed.We sat and gazed into each other's eyes and the unspoken lust was obvious. I laid my hand on her thigh and she moaned slightly and Steve our bartender didn't miss a thing. When the. ” I replied, glad that the questioning was over. Just then, my wife jumps in…. “ When I masturbate him, he likes me to pull hard and slap his balls.” “I see.” Nichole said, thinking. “Ok… I like you two a lot, and I’d like to try something to see if it helps.” Nichole looked at my wife. “ I need to talk to you privately. Would you wait in the waiting room George?” “Sure” I replied, and exited the exam room. About 15 minutes later, Nichole peeked her head out of the door into the waiting room. The name was perfect. Her New name. Japanese in nature, it was pronounced “Mahree”, but they knew others would pronounce it like “Mary” or “Marie”. All seemed appropriate and fitting to them. She now had a full name to fit the face and personality she became when the makeup, wig, and clothes all came together. “Mari….. 真理” the name fit, especially when written in certain Kanji. It meant “truth”. While she knew she would never be a genetic girl, seeing herself in the mirror after all this time,.