And he's really fucking hungry. "Can I ask you something?" Michael says, and I can smell beer on him two feet away. "What?" "Are you and Ethan, li...e, together?" he asks, releasing the knob and turning toward me. "Um, no we're not," I say, and Michael smiles. "Cool, so...he wouldn't be upset if-" "What are you doing?" I ask, and take a step back as he steps toward me. "You are seriously the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen," Michael says, reaching for me. His long, skinny fingers. A simple, almost unisex, pale blue short sleeved cotton blouse. Itwas a huge relief since I had prepared myself mentally to find nothingbut feminine silk garments. I didn't have such luck with the aprons,though. There were a lot of them, but all of them were frilly, gauzypieces that seemed ornamental rather than practical clothing. Still, Ichose two of them. One that reached only up to the waist or so and onefull. The first one was made of sheer nylon, dark green with gold trim.The other was at. There were no smiles on any face and I saw the Gestapo “watchers” taking down the plate of any car that stopped outside the Embassy and decided it would be best for me to pretend to be a tourist and not there on business at all.I noticed several of the workers in the Embassy were wearing the required “yellow stars” and I had this sudden feeling that they were all “dead men walking” just waiting to be rounded up and shipped east for labor or re-education or something a lot more sinister.A young. She staggered for a second still breathless. I picked her up and carried her to the bed. She was down to earth enough to speak.“Oh my god mike, that was AMAZING I have never been fucked by that. Tonight was the first time I have ever squirted” she said still trying to catch her breath“Glad to be of service” I chuckled.We laid there for a few minutes talking about all different subjects from the weather to our favorite sex positions.“im going to get a shower, you should join me” she said.