He hoped.He was startled to hear his phone ringing again, still inside his purse,still inside of his desk drawer. Panicking that it might be Mel call...ngagain, he tore his phone out as fast as he could. Why had he put itback there again? He took half a moment to glance at who was calling.Cassie, not Mel - fortunately. "Hello?" he said as fast as he could.Since it was just Cassie, he wasn't worried about running anywhere andhaving to use his sissy voice where no one could hear him."Hi Sissy,". Prince, of course, picked up your scent – and what I assume were your socks? – right away. We ended up fighting through dozens of darkspawn – some of them the talking variety – before finding that lair.”“Did you kill the Architect?”“He was gone when we got there – further into the Deep Roads, we think. There wasn’t any blood left behind either. Don’t know how he knew we were coming.”“He could communicate with Utha without talking – I’m guessing he’s somehow connected to his sentient darkspawn.. Whilst I’d been taking in our surroundings, the unknown girl had come to stand right in front of me. I startled slightly as she lay her soft hands on either side of my ribcage, her thumbs moving inwards over my pale skin to lightly brush over my hard nipples, still contained by my bra. She did nothing more for a moment, allowing me to adjust to her touch and simply examine her. She was a couple of inches shorter than me, a little heavier, dressed only in a pair of white satin panties. Her ample. Then she sat in the boudoir chair and crossed her legs. A narrow strip of white skin peeked from beneath her skirt. She was a voyeur’s dream. Satisfied, she stretched and turned to me, just before applying the last coat of lipstick, ‘What’s taking you so long?’ Nothing, except the performance she had just put on. ‘I’ll be right there, dear,’ I said, deliberately mimicking a henpecked husband. Minutes later we were in the car driving through the early evening traffic to the club. The Ten/Thirty.