Finally, the elevator moved, but not upwards. It descended to a subbasement that didn't exist as far as the casual elevator user could tell. The doors...opened and Emma exited the cab to see a man striding toward her.Franklin Black was head of security at Deville Incorporated. He had dark, curly hair and a face with sharp features. He smiled and rubbed his palms together like a man who had great expectations as he approached Emma. "How did it go?" he asked, looking slightly upwards into her eyes.. ”“And I’m not only telling you because…Well…I’ve had too much wine.”“OK.”“I HAVE…but that’s not why I’m telling you.”I thought that was kinda amusing.She hesitated a few seconds. I felt her fingertips going back and forth over my hands; I assumed she was thinking about what she wanted to say or even if she should.“I liked hearing about the things your friends say about me.”I wasn’t sure what to say to that, “Well………Good.”“It made me feel…Kinda…Well…desirable, I guess.”It might have been the. I probably did look like I was from a horror film. With my wrinkled turkey neck and short dyed brown hair, that added to the look.I could have played the part of some crazy killer.I looked at myself in the mirror, slowly changing my face from a quiet, unassuming smile, to a more menacing stare. Just that nuance made me look like a different woman. It was like, I could become a new character.Moving away from the mirror, I closed the book and locked it away. Thinking about that busty woman from. I slid my arms into the straps and then stuffed my breastsinto each cup before reaching up and snapping the bra closed in thefront. I looked down at my now covered chest. The cups of the bra weresheer enough that my nipples showed through. I felt a tingle of warmthbetween my legs as I thought about how sexy I must look like that. Itwas a strange feeling, but I knew it was just another symptom of mycondition."Not bad." Molly giggled as she slipped into her own clothes. I'd missedwatching her put.