If only I could get my miserly manager to spring for flat panel LCD monitors already. I rolled my head, stretching out my neck muscles, wincing more a... the thought of my work than any actual neck pain. I shrugged and told Dan, "The dark, quiet, and cool abyss of death seems infinitely superior to my current miserable existence."Just then I felt firm hands go to my shoulders, massaging away at what knots I had before the thumbs began stroking my neck. I closed my eyes and sighed again, this time. I wuz at the calfe poring cofee for the locels when I felt a guy's fingrgo up my skirt and goost me. I cussd at him and sed that ifn he ever didthat agen, Id hit him over the hed with the cofee pot. He laffd at me soI hit him. The maniger came over and axed me why I did that. I tole himthat he goost me. He tole me I'm a girl and to axpect a goost now andthen. I tole him I felt I wuz still a boy and ifn that bare did'nt eatmy thing, I wuld still be a boy. So he put me to servin the peeplebehind. They didn't record a video of either tryst, so both times I had to let myself be content with Lily telling me every detail of the evening's sex while I lapped up the remnants of Charles' semen that still was oozing from her pussy.One afternoon in mid December, Charles called me on the phone. "We have a Christmas present for you and Lily," he told me."Great," I replied. "Just wrap it up and bring it over. We'll put it under the tree." Nope," he said flatly. "It's a private sort of thing. I. Troy turned and smiled at his wife’s idea, then turned to Ortega.“Thank you, Capitan.” He looked closer at the Capitan’s eyes. “How long since you slept, sir?”“After a soldier makes it into El Squadra de Ultimados, La Contessa meets with them in private for some ... unique additional training. We do not require much sleep. It is why only two of my men were needed to provide you security around-the-clock.”Troy’s response was given as an impression of Spike from Buffy. Possibly Catherine.