Then she went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and pull her hair back.After that, Marissa shed her clothes and rifled through Alan's closet. She f...und a handful of candles and lit them. The room was bathed in the soft glow from the votives and the moonlight coming through the open windows.She flipped the lights out and took a deep breath.Only a few minutes had passed and she was sure that her lover was dying to get into her."Oh, Alan," she called. "Come and get it."He must have been right. ' And of course it is not signed,’ he added placing it back on his desk. ‘Which one of you is responsible?’ Both girls looked at each other but remained silent. Neville waited for one of them to own up, leaning back heavily in his chair. He was a large man approaching fifty with the bulging stomach of both middle age and over indulgence, being single, since the divorce from his second wife. His import business was small but very profitable which he ran from a small office by himself and the two. “Just for the fun of it.”Judy grabbed my hand and pulled me up from my seat.“Come on,” she said, “Follow me.”Judy lead me to a booth that sat on wall, away from the main stage. It was a bit darker of an area than the rest of the club.“Sit down and get comfortable,” Judy instructed. As soon as I was seated, Judy launched herself on to my lap, planting her butt right into my crotch. She wiggled her butt back and forth, playful like.“oh wow,” she exclaimed, “Now I know why Sandy loves. The place was empty at 2:30, so I picked a table with good light, ordered a scotch from the bored bartender and began to read the in-call ads for shemales and transsexuals. It was a good week, three pages of ads for tranny incalls; I eliminated all but the mid-town ads and narrowed my choices down to three. Then with a fresh scotch and a pocket full of quarters went to the phone booth in the back. On the first two, which I had visited before, there was no answer, got an answer on the third. .