She faltered, the look onher face changing just briefly, then carried on as if nothing happened.I fled to the Gents, plonked myself on the toilet, no ...overing today. Isat there for about twenty minutes, worrying, would she tell, what ifmanagement got to hear? I couldn't stay in there all day, but I was anervous wreck. I got back to my desk, luckily it was a quiet morning,only one call for assistance. I let one of the others deal with it, Icouldn't concentrate.Lunch time came and I walked to the. I did enjoy his gasps and reactions as I perfected a few new ways to give him pleasure. His responses heightened mine, so we both benefited.Sarah had chuckled one night and informed me that we Aussies had created a very unusual situation. Having five Detectives from one country in a division, let alone on the Moon, had never happened before. Mark added, “No, it’s worse than that, you are all bloody Cane Toads.”“Ah, honey, you can’t help being a Cockroach, but I do still love you,” she told him. She took off her top first and peeled off her bra and threw it in my lap seeing her big boobs kinda turned me on . then she put her top back on with no bra now and her boobs bounced around as she wiggled herself out of her pants and then stripped her panties off revealing her chubby belly i being a panty expert knew she was wearing a pair of vanityfair panties . she got them off and threw them into my lap where her bra was still sitting . as she was putting her pants back on she asked me what i. I’m not so staunch, but I lean Democratic.Daddy has never, not once, tried to influence my politics. He’s always wanted Autumn and me to grow up to be independent thinkers. It’s working with me.I’m writing this in the Spring of 2017 and Daddy is becoming increasingly uncomfortable with our new President. And even more disgusted with our super-partisan Congress.What a mood the country is in. I have to wonder how it will affect our lives. My career. Vanessa’s.The Hotel Phillips, 20 stories of art.