I felt uncomfortable in the taxi. The driver kept looking in his mirror at my breasts. I was somewhat relieved to get to the office. The receptionist ...ouldn't hide her surprise when I came through the door. Anytime I'd been here before I would have been dressed respectably. She watched my breasts bounce freely as I walked towards her. "Hello Pauline." "Hello Beth. I'm just going upstairs to the office ." She followed me to the lift. " I'll have to go up with you. New security rules." "Oh" I. Very, very, Celtic.Her name is also Celtic– Díonó– but nobody ever hears that right, so everyone calls her Diana. Her driver’s license and things like that even say Diana Sidle, but her real name is Díonó Sidhé. Sidhé is not my last name. It’s not her father’s last name either. It is her mother’s last name. And her mother’s first name is Díonó. So they are both Díonó Sidhé.Díonó kept her maiden name when we got married. That means her name is still the same as her mother’s... and her dear. For some reason though, I get the feeling that she has the same feeling too. She enjoys my presence very much, and it also explains the amount of body contact that we have. I know where her ‘special spots’ are like her neck, ears and sides. She even lets me gently caress them with my fingertips, and blow on them. I know it arouses her, and she’s giving me permission to do it, so sometimes I even want to lean down and kiss her neck, but I never have the guts to. But anyhow, it was her birthday,. I was wearing a white tericloth robe walking and all of a sudden, I see the NY guy and I walk up to him and say ‘my roommate is in class for the next two hours’. He said ‘I have a class right now’. I said ‘Dude, this is your only chance. Its now or never’. The two of us walked down the hall, into my room. I dropped the robe to the floor and laid on the bed with my legs spread wide open. I said ‘NY guy, I don’t ever want to hear about this ever again. Do you promise?’. He said ‘Yes’. I.