They might not want to be rich, but I would ensure that they were never poor.As soon as I walked in, Mutuo waved a paper at me. "Kaiba-kun! Morio call...d! He said to give this to you right away." The message was a list of numbers; I slipped it into my pocket."So we are an answering service now?" Pharaoh's voice was soft behind me, but it still sent heat surging through my veins.I turned to face him ... and burst into laughter.He was standing in the stockroom doorway and had evidently been. I also had a knit watch cap and fancy sunglasses with wide rims to hide my identity.My outfit was a disguise, I know. Okay the stated objective was to prevent an attack on the Senator. I had told Peter, if someone recognized me and called it off, I would be just as happy. That was just the company line bullshit. I wanted something to happen, so that I could save the day. It was my fucking character flaw, but I didn't plan to deny it. If nothing happened, I was going to be disappointed. Some nights, we went dancing to the discos, and there I began to confront the dilemma of being a ‘closet’ lesbian or an ‘out’. Anyhow, most of the clubs to which she took me are not exclusively for ‘gay’ people, so I could dance with men, but keeping my distance, because I didn’t want to get involved with them, not only to avoid my lover’s jealousy, but fearing that men might get me pregnant, infect me with AIDS or even assault me. She also invited me to her favorite gym to get me in shape,. All I could say was, shit Bev what are you wearing, well I was at home by myself cleaning so I didnt even think about what I was wearing. I looked at Pete who had gone bright red and beads of perspiration had formed on his forehead. You OK Pete, ER yea fine he replied staring at her fantastic breasts straining against MY t-shirt that she had on. Roll over Bev and let Pete prick you with the needle, are you sure it will be the needle he pricks me with smiling seductively looking us both. Poor.