Mark didn't deserve Molly. He'd failed her. And he continued to fail her every moment that he spent with Salma.It wasn't that Mark had gone out of his...way to be unfaithful. Indeed, nothing could have been further from his mind. Salma was just the woman who worked next door to SM Incorporated's skeleton office of two men and one young secretary. The company that employed her had something vaguely to do with the manufacture of nanocarbon polymers. Salma was a scientist by profession with. "You know, take her out, show her a good time, that sort of thing," he said."If I'm going to take her out I'm going to fuck her, you ok with that?" I asked."Well she's a big girl now, so yeah I suppose," he muttered."Let's get this straight, I don't want you getting arsy about it when you find out I'm poking her," I said. "Do you want to fuck her as well?" W-what! No for course not, she's my sister," he stuttered."Yeah right, that's what this is all about, isn't it?" I said."No, please I can't,. ." A break-in! Goodness, did you call the police?" Yes, yes ... actually whoever it was didn't get in. They got scared away when we turned on the lights. But it all got me thinking ... two women alone in that big house with God-knows-who riding around the streets. Well, I want to do something to give us a bit more security. What do you recommend? A burglar alarm?" Just a second, Kate. Let's bring in an expert ... our security chief, Allen Biggs. I'll call him up here." He pressed a button on. After a half-hour and minimal small-talk, while he was leaving, he mentioned: "I don't see many fags in dresses here."I remarked:"How about the bartenders?" (they were 2 attractive women both with Boston Bruins jerseys and work boots and jeans on) He didn't put 2 & 2 together until I explained to him that both of the bartenders were 'crossdressed'. He looked at me funny, scratched his head--then left! That just goes to show you how obvious and accepting society can be of women living in a male.