The receptionist warned me that I was quite late getting started. “It’s ten after eleven, so you’d better be done soon,” she said, “We close...at midnight.” “I’ll be done as quickly as possible,” I answered. I wasn’t really in the mood for exercise but I knew that I had to keep fit so that I could manage the long stressful days at work. Barnett had already chewed me out twice that week. I couldn’t afford to be seen as a further liability. According to him, all the other guys were all pulling. Never once did he doubt that he had fathered the baby she spoke of. He firmly believed she was, in fact, pregnant. The way she had said it would be seared into his memory for years to come. Her voice had sounded like the voice of doom, somehow. He’d never held a baby in his arms. In his experience, the overriding things babies did was cry. And now, he had somehow visited that fate on this woman, who meant more to him than any other woman he’d ever met, with the possible exception of her. Girls are raised to be nice and demure and feminine. I like feminine girls. I don't like dykey girls, girls with muscles and gruffnesses and rough hands. I like my women soft and feminine and nice smelling. Girls have girl friends before they have boy friends, and they whisper and share secrets and giggle a lot. Girls have sleepovers with other girls. --I could really get into that! I could see myself practicing kissing with my girl friends at those sleepovers, and I could see myself. He nodded at her, groaning as he squeezed his balls. He felt so vulnerable in front of the girls, naked, masturbating, while they confidently pleasured each other. He liked that the two of them were not attracted to him, and that they were purely excited by being watched. Now Hannah was rubbing Samantha's clit while she licked and sucked her lips, moving up to circle her asshole from time to time, Samantha moaning telling Hannah how good it felt. The girls got up and sat side by side on the.