" As he grabbed my ass through my skirt pushing me towards the door. I guess I was in shock, maybe that's why I didn't say a word but at the dressing ...oom door I saw my merry widow and nylons waiting for me. There was no panties this time. Roger said "Come on my dear time is a wasting, its time to get ready." He stood there as I started taking my clothes off, once nude he said "What a good slut you are, I knew you would be, even back in high school." By the time I had my outfit on, I heard a. He checked to make sure no one is out front and escorted me back out to the desk. I said goodbye to Mac and the other man whose name I still don't know and went to my office.I spent so much time with Mac that both Linda and Kathy beat me in this morning. Coffee is already perking. The pleasant aroma of brewing coffee filled the air. My two new friends are sitting around Linda's desk talking about me and the changes that have come about in the short time since I started working there. I heard. God knew what wouldhappen if the tabloids got wind of it. What could be worse? Theinnuendo that Ashley Vaughn was a closet lesbian, or the revelationthat her stunt double and secret lover was a closet crossdresser?She waited until they dried themselves off and peeled off theirwetsuits. Dressed in matching sweats, they looked adorable as theyjoined her in a small tent which had been set up at the base of thebluff. "Coffee?" she asked as they sat down next to her in canvasyacht chairs.Both nodded. I’ve felt I could tell you anything, and you’ve told me much, too. We’ve shared, and as our relationship has grown, we’ve come to love each other. In a way, I’ve felt that love was inevitable between us, and I’ve not been disappointed. At our table, we talked, we laughed, we swapped stories and opinions, we did all the fun things we do together on the phone. Remember how that started with us? We traded phone numbers in our e-mails, and then we called. We were acquaintances. We became friends..