I guess I overreacted when you told me that there is this girl that makes your big old dick get stiff every time she walks into a room you're in. I've...been looking closely at your pants for the past half hour, and I haven't seen any sign that I'm making you hard just by being in the same room with you. If I'm going to go investigating something, it won't be all the way over in Norwich. I'd suggest that you confine yourself to almost anywhere else on earth but that damn diner. You hearing me?. “Can I help you?” I ask, thankful my voice doesn’t waver.“Good morning, Natalie,” he says, holding out a perfect hand. His nails are trimmed, the cuticles neat. His fingers are long, warm as he clasps my hand. “I’m Lucian Martinus.”“Good morning, L. Martinus,” I say returning the greeting in a more socially acceptable form. We are all equal under the government’s benevolent eye. Titles and first names are impolite gender conventions.His voice is vaguely familiar, but my head is muzzy; too. I told her that her husband was a very lucky man. There was a pause before she said that he was a good man. She went on to say unfortunately he couldn't get the job done in the bedroom anymore.I was wondering if this was just a dream. If it was, it just got better. The final outfit was a tight leather dress and five-inch heels. We started and she slowly peeled off the dress to reveal a leather garter belt attached to black stockings, no bra, no panties.As she spread wide open on the set's bed I. She had been going on and on and on about ... who knows what? ... background chatter in the universe ... legal shit ... Lawyers!“No,” I said, “I’m busy.”“You’re driving! How busy can that be?”I knew how to shut her up, “If you must know ... I’m talking to the voices in my head.”If she could get any farther away she would be outside hanging on to the mirror ... or not.“Look, you guys can handle Karen ... can’t you?”“Really?” I said ... after all, it was in for a penny in for a pound.I looked at.