”She gives me a look of sympathy and asks me the surname and given names, which she enters on the screen. There is a whirl, and then the screen fill... with text. On a small pad, she writes what appears to be a name and address, and then hands it to me.“Thank you.”The name is Evelyn Gleason. The street is a mystery. It is too close to my appointment with the girls to go running around looking. It is shortly after three when I return to the agency office. After telling the receptionist the reason. " Well, if that's the way you feel about it I might as well just wash myself, it'll be faster." I took the wash cloth from her and started washing my chest and arms.Kay in the meantime, soaped up her hands and proceeded to wash what she could easily reach. When she took hold of me I complained, "Hey, I thought we weren't going to have fun in here." This isn't for fun. I'm washing you, using my hands since you have the wash cloth." And you're not having any fun?" Oh, I'm having fun but that's a. Now I am here, in the middle of my own fantasy, the one I created just for myself…you an always willing participant. God I love that…you walk in the door and you are mine. Fuck, that is so hot. I am driving into your ass, skewering you against the mirror, pulling your hips back against me, biting the back of your neck…feeling wild…deliciously wild. Harder, I thrust into you…the noises coming out of you letting me know I found the right spot. I hammer at it, overwhelming you for a moment before. I can't see the bed but it sounds like the radio is on, the poor guy before me set the alarm clock for PM rather than AM, and is on pretty load it sounds like a rock station that will work. I start the usual routine, undo the tie, the shirt and the shoes off. Get out of my pants and hang the pants andsuit on a hanger in the closet next to the bathroom. In to the bathroom and take a piss, and wash my face and back to the grind. I open up the laptop and start to get it plugged in to the phone.