‘Just got a telegram from my deputy, Bill Moore. Guess I should say my ex-deputy, he’s not coming back from Shreveport. Sez he has to stay for fam...ly reasons. Personally I think he got tired of having to brace those rowdy cow hands.’ Tom got up to get coffee and sat on the edge of his desk. ‘The other thing is related, your three months will be up in two weeks. I know you only agreed to stay for that period but I’d appreciate it if you could give me another month. By that time there won’t be. ‘They’ve gotten her started on soccer. She’ll never stop!’ Robbin explained. ‘Oh, lovely. Ken’s finally found himself another soccer fan,’ Matt said, ‘at least we don’t have to listen to him try to explain all those English teams to us anymore.’ ‘Oh Moria’s going to be having a ball, then. She loves the English teams,’ Robbin said. ‘Well, Ken’s always talking about some bloke named Beckham and how he’s so overrated, so hopefully he and Moria will get along on that,’ Tim said. Robbin groaned. A mixture of female hormones and testosterone suppressant was injected directly into the IV that was supplying the fluids for the dehydrated fat cells.By the next day, after the fat cells had set up, the surgical training brassiere and shaping pants could be removed.--Steven woke up in his own bed. Sunlight streamed through the open window. He felt happy and peaceful. His mind was drifting on clouds of bliss. Objectively, he knew he was drugged, but he didn't care. Steven smiled and made a. ”She’d definitely had more than enough to drink.“Thank you, Contessa.”She ran her fingers lightly across my chest. My nipples noticed. So did the rest of me when her hand drifted down to find me almost at full mast. I’ve never felt fingers on my cock that I didn’t like, but I had plans and they didn’t include sex with her. Yet. I glanced over my shoulder to see Kitchen Girl watching us as she slowly stroked the vicar’s erection.By now it was almost dark. Singers and dancers continued to circle.