He would have to find a better bait and looking at the images on the viewer, he found her. Her name was Leslie Lockmann and if that reality could hav... had a Superman, then she would be most likely to be the one he fell in love with. She was young with a pretty face. Her build suggested that she worked in the fields, but she was also nicely proportioned. The clothing she was wearing most closely resembled a strapless bra and miniskirt, but there were worn very loosely on the body. Lex. I wanted it. But I didn't want to admit aloud quite how aroused I was by the prospect. I played it as cool as a man in my position might."Well, it's why we're here, isn't it?" It is indeed. I want to fuck a guy, and you want a girl to fuck you. We're a perfect match." I heard her stripping out of her jeans behind me. Out of my sight. Then some other sounds. She was stepping into a harness."I've had this for a while. A girl friend bought it for me. Not a girlfriend, just a friend who happened to. What was factually known about her was very slim, she worked at the university in the classics department. This was known because Arthur Wainright who lived in the Grove was studying at the university and he’d seen her there. He added, ‘She’s got a PhD and they say she’s a real brain.’ She shopped at the super-market late every Wednesday afternoon, she went jogging every morning at 7-30 a.m., and when meeting people she was polite but a little remote. At 1 p.m. every Sunday afternoon she was. He had Cheryl slip intoa blouse and a just- above -the -knee skirt Shoes, without stockings, asthe weather was still warm outside. He showed Cheryl how to apply hismakeup. Eyeliner and eye shadow was out because the look that was desiredwas virginal, not vampy. Short nail extensions were installed on hishands and painted in a delicate pink. Cheryl removed all his personalbelongings from his male pants and placed them in the purse that Paul hadfor him."Remember," Paul said. A girl doesn't.