After getting dressed and eating, they were ready for work. Alexis joined Lucius behind the counter and sighed in relief at the morning's tranquility....There were still countless men sitting at the tables, but they were quiet and listless after the festivities of Knight’s Day. “This tea is delicious,” said Alexis, drinking from her cup after pouring for several customers.“It’s a special blend for nursing hangovers.”“And what about this?” Alexis asked as she picked up a box of tea leaves.“That. Shethought it was funny that I called them that! She prefers the term"clitty", though only for what she called "special girly boys" like us.She explained that our clitties only get hard when we take a special pilland that it's important not to play with them otherwise, unless we getspecial permission. She didn't explain why, other than to say that it waspart of our training. I asked if it was different with men, and she saidyes, because they have cocks, not clitties. She said that men. "Yeah, I'm sure it is. I'm glad you like the work. It makes the time go faster."She nodded. "I'm even doing a bit of redesigning when it's called for. I think this is something I'm going to want to do for a while." Great. As long as you're happy ... that's great."She looked up at me and I saw the faint beginnings of a smile. Maybe she had decided I'm not quite the ogre she had painted me as.She had to get back to work and we said our goodbyes, me promising once more to visit more often. I would. There was no nastiness, just indifference.Lovemaking was irregular and was virtually reserved for birthdays and their wedding anniversary. The way they were was compounded by Joe spending a lot of extra time at work and having to travel interstate quite often. Marie had often thought that Joe was paddling in someone else's pool but even checking his dirty laundry after his return home from his trips did not prove it. Although she had no proof, she kept on thinking of the old saying, "it's too.