Of course, bruiser could be a lover. Only one way to find out."Would you like me to call your husband or boyfriend to help you back to your apartment?... I held my breath. It had been a damn long time since I had waited so anxiously for a woman's response.Sheila glanced up at me with a quizzical expression. "I think I can make it if you don't mind helping me up."Well, that didn't answer anything."So much for being subtle. Sheila, I was gently trying to find out if you were married or otherwise. He, ofcourse, had been intimately involved in every step of the process,finding, cataloguing, researching; there had been no step of the totem'sjourney from desert sands to its position at rest on the high podiumwhich hadn't involved him to some degree. Inwardly he scoffed. Oh, inappearance he was everything the public might think of when asked toimagine an elder statesman of archaeology, still active in the field,but if his actual work was anything like the time he'd put in with theProfessor. I began adjusting the dress around my breastsand flattening it out down to the hem. I continued to run my hands overthe dress enjoying the feel of the fabric between my body and my hands asDoug buttoned up the back and ties a dark pink satin sash at my waist intoa bow in the back . I would stop now and then to explore the detail of thedress such as the pleats or small satin bow on the dress centered betweenmy breasts. Soon all the boys were helping me feel the dress.Doug had me spin around. Sarah sat back down at her computer and lit the joint while she read what she had missed. Ignoring the idiots she replied to the 4 possible me’s. One had said to open the door in the nude, the other asked for her to start playing with herself and I agreed that she should have opened the door in her underwear. As she tried to work out which request was from the real me I saw her hand moving under the desk and I asked her to show us what she was doing, I wondered if she knew it was me because she.