Ashlee, Brenda and I arrived at the hotel down near the plaza and the valet took my jeep to the parking garage for me. The ladies had on shorts and ni...e shirts with strappy sandals. They looked cute."Paul, so good to see you." 'New Boss' said when we entered the hotel lobby. We shook hands and then he gave air kisses to Ashlee and Brenda. "We have a room upstairs for us to use until air time. So come with me and we will get you all settled and prepped for radio."I hope not too much prepping, I. "Thank you," he said. "I wonder, would you please replace my companion's napkin? She appears to have soiled that one." I stared at him, open-mouthed and turned crimson. The waiter nodded. "Of course, Sir." He came round to my side of the table again and I leaned slightly away to allow him to reach across me and retrieve the dirty item. Ever professional, he didn't make a scene when his fingers stuck to the surface before he scrunched my pussy juice into the centre, but I swear he glanced at me. Many who were marked for greatness never knew or realized their destiny. In fact, merely telling them over and over again that they were nothing special was usually enough to convince them they were not. You could never wholly turn them into failures. Their true nature would win out in the end. But that was nothing compared to what they were destined to achieve.In this boy’s case, his aura went from waning dull to positively glowing, blindingly so. He was becoming aware of himself, or someone. The voicekeeps sounding, I try to open my eyes, my head aches. Ifaint other times, and is always like this, the voice, Ican hear, is saying:"Sheila, Sheila, wake up!"Sheila, who the fuck is Sheila? Oh no! The tits, the bigtits, now this. Now I don't want to open my eyes. But now Ican. The face, an angel face, I die, wait! I know her, thebrunette, the hooker, now she is relieved, she says:"Sheet Sheila, you scared me!"Sheila? I am not Sheila, I look to my chest, pink shirt, alight-blue heart.