"Okay, what's up?" I asked. "What's so funny?" I was thinking that more people should spy on each other," he said chuckling. "It's a great icebreaker....With everyone else I've ever met I had to learn about them by talking to them. How old fashioned. We already know most of the basics about each other."After that evening, I resolved to do a more through, really professional job of ferreting out Phillip's past. He's an interesting guy, I thought, Maybe there really is a newsworthy human-interest. “Come on Hazel,” I said, “what man opening the car door and finding a beautiful lady playing with herself wouldn’t find it sexy. He’d have to be dead from the waist down not to.” “What,” she gasped, “you think I’m beautiful as well sexy?” “Of course I do Hazel,” I replied, “you are a beautiful woman and last night you definitely looked sexy.” An almost tearful look filled her face as she put her hand on my thigh and she sighed softly. “Oh Mike,” she said, “it’s years since a man told me I was. Fuck her, no way was he going to step back. ‘If you think I’m going to pee in your pants and do other groveling to get a desk on the executive floor you are wasting your time.’ She said nothing but her face burned. ‘Or is it you want to cut my dick off for dare to call you sour-puss? I’ve glimpsed you with Cliff around town.’ ‘Did it occur to you I just wanted a day out on the water, that my step-mom has bullied dad to help weed her garden and I could find no one else available at such sort. Chris and Melissa are oneand the same person. Me." I was not expecting that. If you don't mind my saying, I am having ahard time believing that you were once Chris." Thank you for that, but short of a rather intimate examination you willhave to accept my word. Whilst I would not lie about it I would alsorather not go any further with an explanation."That was it. The rest of the evening progressed well. Olivia and Paulsaid good night and left the two of us. "Melissa, I like you and I.