"Ruth mentioned she had a secretary now," she said. "So do I call youDaisy or Nick?"I couldn't think what to say. Deny everything? Ridiculous! Try...tolaugh it off? Eventually she took pity on me."I recognised you as Sarah the Cook in those pictures Ruth showed us atour first meeting. Not that Daisy looks like Sarah, but they both looka little like Nick," she laughed.I tried to be cool."You'd better call me Daisy, I suppose," I said, "seeing how I'mdressed. But this isn't what you think.". She had no real knowledge that there was a difference and struggled to understand. We drove and talked for a few more hours until we were home. Then it happened, we had amazing sex and shared our new toy. She told me that having the double header really turned her on. She secretly wanted to have a cock of her own. She wanted stroke it and rub it and be able to play with it like it was her own. This was my in, the seed had been planted and knew I just had to wait for it to grow.A few weeks later. We had drawn up all the changes taking place at every college. We knew that entrances were to be closed so that long lines were going to form. The plan was to give the scanners and thermal units multiple chances to find the people with suicide belts and vests, and then identify them to sharp shooters to keep them out.The theory - as bad as it was - there would less collateral damage this way. It made me sick to my stomach but the consensus was this was the best worst scenario of all possible. Blue honks his horn and motions me to pull over. I wait a few more miles and pull over under an over pass. Blue hops out of his big black truck and stalks to my door. My window is down so he leans in and whispers, "Do you have any idea of what you are doing?" I just stare at him totally transfixed by his sparkling green eyes and black hair. "Are you going to speak?" Blue asks. In response, I slide over to the passenger door and before I can get it open, he is there. He rips open the door and.