I moved away from the door got dressed. Tucking my hard-on into my underwear wasn’t easy. I really wanted to jack off, but I did have this job inter...iew. When I finished dressing I went into the kitchen to say goodbye. Linda, my wife, and her mother were sitting at the kitchen table. Linda, with no clue of what just took place, and Stella with a lot of color in her face, looking some what flushed and overheated. I said my goodbyes and left. I do not remember much about the trip to the interview. . Neil removed the last screw and handed it to Gary who carefully put it in his pocket. The final shelf slid out neatly, leaving the bottom half of the closet completely open. (The shelves on the top half were more permanently affixed.) There was just enough space for one person if they sat down with their legs curled up. That was going to be Sharon's post. Neil was thankful about that. There was no way he was going to spend several hours in that cramped space. He was going to be in the bigger. Waves of people bowed and curtsied to her, and rose as she passed. Her gown was of floor length, with a very slight 'train'. Her arms and shoulders were completely covered. She wore a choker at her neck which glittered with diamonds.Her hair was worn loosely, and fell about her shoulders in brown wave. I looked closely. Yup, she had changed her hair color for some reason. It wasn't much of a change, but it was noticeable.Vostich was standing by the throne, as was Fithian. I looked around. He walked over to me his arms outstretched. "Happy Birthday" he winked. "Can I kiss the birthday girl?" he asked, a smile spreading across his face. I raised one eyebrow and acted innocent. His hand, lightly brushed my jaw before kissing my lips. Lasting longer that I thought it would have, he opened his mouth every-so slowly and pressed hard against me. It was as though the moment was just us, uncontrollably my hand reached into his hair brushing through it and pulling it softly. I wanted.