It seemed like every head had turned, every mouth opened, with everyone whispering and pointing at me, even as social pressure dictated that no one do...any such thing.Eventually, the room became deathly quiet, and I worried I had made some tremendous mistake. I was the only one naked, what had I really expected? I let myself get worked up with an impossible fantasy instead of coming the two or three times I usually needed to feel satisfied. I wondered if I had just worked myself up with the idea. It didn't help that Jenny's boyfriend was back from a week away and he and Jenny were getting acquainted, or maybe re-acquainted, in her room. She could hear the occasional low moan, but at least her cousin had moved the bed away from the wall so the rhythmic noise didn't disturb her.Jenny hadn't said much about what she wanted to do. Maybe she wanted to be a housewife and a mother. She was certainly working on the latter. Guys, she'd and her friends in Tiburon had decided, expected their wives. Like I said I work for loss prevention, a few weeks ago we had installed microscopic cameras in the fitting rooms. Although illegal the company I work for thought it would definitely help with loss control. I mean these cameras were right out of a spy movie or something they had audio, they were in color and had excellent clarity.Well about a week after they were installed you would see some weird shit. Like there was this one time that some guy taken a bunch of panties off the rack and jerked. Then you will have to learn how to be a woman and most important, how to be her. You will in effect become Carolyn Dawson, wife of the President of the United States." said Zane."What does the President have to say about this?" I asked, knowing the answer before I asked the question."He concurs. And he will do his part. The First Lady and he were not as close as their Press Agents describe their relationship. If both of them did not have long term political desires, they would have been.