”“I’m sorry, Don. Really I am.”“And believe me, I wanted to edit you material. It would have been a privilege, but I’m losing my job, so w...o the hell knows where I’ll end up.”“Wherever you go, you should take your poets with you.”“That’s stating the obvious, but what may not be so obvious to you is that you can profit from what I just told you.”“How?”“Breakthrough is a publicly traded company right now—over-the- counter.”“And?”“If you know it’s being sold to a giant conglomerate, you can profit. They were tattered and worn. My favorite were the bisexual pictures where the men and women were together but the men also sucked each others dicks. I liked that, but i always imagined me being the female and being used by the men in the pics. They looked so pretty.Well this summer in my stash box i had some porn and lipstick and nail polish. As well as a compact mirror and the ever necessary nail polish remover. Just the simple essentials a budding tgurl needed. I took panties and bras from. Looking at her face I allowed myself to admit it was just bawdy teasing. "Yeah, right," I said noncommittally, shaking my head and turning back to the road. But the possibility whispered to me, deep inside my ear, hard to hear, harder still to ignore. She's hot, it growled, she's sexy and young and tight and fun. Admit it. Okay, I could agree to all that. But I argued back in the brief seconds of silence. She works for me, it would be wrong, I'm old enough to be her father, it's not. She never was one to put much store in foolishness or the frivolous romantic notions of most females her age. She had much appreciated the fact that her deceased spouse, Roscoe Higgins was of the same persuasion and that he seldom used hidden meaning in his conversation. She remembered with fondness his clear as a bell observation, such as,"Let's to bed, Mary, it is time to pound your fanny!"He was a "potatoes and meat" lover who pressed her bum into the mattress hard until he had achieved his.