We fell asleep, and over slept next morning, which meant that there was no time to discuss what had happened the previous night before we both rushed ...ff to work. Half way through the morning Ralph rang me at my work and asked me if I was OK. I told him that I could not concentrate on my work because I kept thinking about the night before. One minute I was thrilled by the shear nastiness of what we had done the night before, next minute I was horrified by the damage that I feared that I had. Didn't know what to feel or think. She was a beautiful womanprobably my age or little older with bright red hair cut short, a littleabove Her shoulders. She looked at me, and said my name in questionform.I confirmed it as well as confirming Her name, though not using the term"Mistress" for the sake of discretion should anyone in adjacent boothsbe able to hear our conversation. We got our, non-alcoholic, drinks andboth the same "meal" (actually just a largish piece of carrot cake shespoke. .....Strange thing is that Marcia actually sort of disliked Marc for standingin her way when it came to being as perfect a girl as she could be.Without the voice in her head that kept her from embracing her girlhoodcompletely she could have so much more fun. So as soon as mothershandiwork was done and i was looking at the real Marcia-me again(and ilooked unbelievable, mother had me looking like a young fiftiesmoviestar), i decided to tell her about Marc's ministrations to sabotageour plans for. She was impatient for James as he fumbled at his trousers."Yes, oh yes!" she whispered again as she opened her legs wider, showing him how ready she was for him.He stepped closer and thrust hard and buried himself to the hilt deep inside her, and as she wrapped her legs around his waist she opened her green eyes wide, showing the flecks of her alter ego.James's brown eyes swam with the golden speckles as well, but he held on tight to his humanity as he began deep urgent thrusts.Their other.