”He looked at me with a puzzled expression on his face, “What do you mean by you are Lila today? Who are you when you are not Lila?”I felt to bl...od rush to my face as I shyly replied, "I am Reye.” “Reye, you make a fine-looking girl. You are gorgeous, just like your mother and sister. Do they know you dress like this,” he asked.I felt an overwhelming desire to be in his arms as I answered, “Yes, they help me.”As if he had read my mind he took me into his arms and held me tightly against him. I. "Don't you want to fuck me?" she asked, timidly.I took a deep breath in preparation of my explosion, but instead I held it. Her question had shot right through my heart. I could tell it was more than just a horny female asking the question. Calley had somehow been taught that the only meaning of love was physical love. I forced myself to let the breath out slowly, then took another. I continued this till I was a bit calmer."Please get dressed, Calley. We need to talk." I said, softly."Please. The Westfield and Mooney people gathered in the conference room with mugs of coffee back at the office. They were immediately involved in dollars per square foot and what percentages each would get if they do one thing and we do another. I figured that was what those people were good at and should work it out. I’d have to have Connie with a PC and calculator to help me negotiate if I was involved.I went to the office and discovered my new desk and my secretary’s (unattended) desk each adorned. The satyrs were not the type to negotiate anything—when they wanted something, they just took it. One day, Archia was overrun with satyrs wanting only what satyrs usually wanted. All of the men and a few of the women were unhappy, but there were too many satyrs to argue with.When they left, every available female between the ages of 12 and 67 had been penetrated at least once by a satyr. Grandma Tridrachus was heard to say that she was available any time a satyr wanted her; that was the first.