“What this town needs is a whorehouse! Think you could run one?”“Oooh shit, Edna!” Marcella said, and laughed.“I’m serious. There’s a lo... of money in that line. Look, I’ll help you. I’ll be one of yourgirls. But I don’t have a business head-just a head for head, and things like that.”She giggled.“What a switch!” Marcella mused. “I came to town thinking Thad and I were going toopen a church. And you want me to end up with a ... a whorehouse?”“There isn’t all that much difference between the. “Lizzie, this is so wrong.”“Do you like them, Dad? I know they’re not as big as Eve’s. Let’s see how they feel pressed against you.”First I put my leg all the way over him so I was now straddling his hips. His hard-on was more obvious than ever. Then I leaned all the way down onto his bare chest, pressing my boobs against him. Next, I kissed him softly on the mouth. I could sense his shock, but also his desire. He gave a little grunt of pleasure as he put one hand on the back of my head to. He was amazed that it had all come back tohim. She truly had never left. It rather astonished him that he couldstill pass, albiet as a more matronly and demure woman. Misty Walterswore her height well, regally, like Angelica Houston.Walt knew he would have to tell Marybeth. It would be hard, but nowthat his female self was no longer something "in his past, that he hadgiven up" or a bunch of substanceless zeros and ones in some computerfile, he knew he couldn't keep this from her. He just had to. "You look outstanding today. But seriously this is a professional office. I don't want my important clients coming in here and the first impression they get is a whore house. I've told you about Business Attire. That shirt is not close to appropriate." he sternly lectured. He did not use a tone or look of anger, but of disappointment. "I gave you this job out of the benevolence of my heart and you come in here on a very important day with such disregard to one of the simple things I ask of you..