The town's male population found themselves very popular with thevisitors from out of town. They'd been told that the bulk of theirguests were men wh... dressed as women, but the local guys found nothingbut genuine women hitting on them in the local bars.While the new women couldn't call for help, somehow, Algenon had managedto give them access to the Internet, provided they didn't try to emailsomeone about what had happened. As a result, online sales of women'sclothing set single day records. " And that's unusual —- because why?" Because poking around in Toms River, New Jersey isn't as draining as playing baseball on the road." So you're saying you're horny and need draining?" That's what I love about you," Dan said. "Your romantic nature. Your prim, delicate way of putting things. You maybe ought to be a writer." You've got almost two hours to get to your agent's office," she said. "I'm supposed to meet Gwen in about twenty minutes." My car's parked in some overpriced garage in. Was I really? I asked the fibbie who was with me and just got a waffle.It turned out, though, that the "custody" business was mostly a formality. All they really wanted out of me, as McDonough had told me at the end of the previous day's session, was a formal statement of what underlay the audio I'd given them. My shooting Quiller was officially accepted as self-defense, and there'd be no charges. My clobbering Golden with his own paperweight was simply brushed under the table.Hell, I guessed,. I smiled hoping he had enjoyed watching me blow Kirk.A sharp knock on the door brought me back to reality, " Open the fucking door !" A voice hissed, "quick or I get the cops!" Kirk threw a glance at me as he put his cock away, zipping his pants, I nodded and he slid back the bolt.The door swung open, a grey haired guy of around 50yo entered, re-bolting the door, he was wearing a long grey overcoat that certainly was not in keeping with the weather. He spoke softly, " That was some show you.