Okay, so with luck he was watching for the redhead Riley Finn he met in San Pedro. I don’t think he recognized me but who is he, anyway?I’m flying...first class to Croatia, cost be damned. I sat in the first class passenger lounge watching out the window for any sign he was near. I didn’t see him anywhere but I’ll feel a lot better when I get on the plane to Paris. I bought a SIM at Duty Free and called Cinnamon who was more than happy to hear from me.“Sugar, where are you?” she exclaimed when I. "We have too much infrastructure to move and too many people to feed without it." He eyeballed Bryan. "Right?" That's correct," Bryan said slowly, his face distorted into a look which was filled with unmistakable disgust. The thought of leaving all his hard work and security behind was unappealing in much the same way that realizing you just ate half a bug is unappealing.The conversation continued well into the morning hours. The sentries from the Observation Posts were traded out on their. The guy grumbled as he pointed to a formidable wood door at the end of a row of cubicles. I went down the row and entered the office. Putting my briefcase down on the desk, I began unpacking the things I needed and setting up my new office."Can I help you sir?" a female voice behind me said. I turned around to see the most incredible specimen of womanhood I had ever seen.Joy was 24 years old, about five foot six inches tall, with chestnut brown hair and an amazing 36-24-38 body with fake (but. Weird shit was, part of the time, I still thought of myself as a man, but when we started fucking, somehow I became all woman. Not only was I a woman, but I liked it and liked having Bill fuck me. Whether I liked it or not, my hormones and my pussy seemed to drive me, and at Bill’s slightest touch, I was ready for him to stick his dick in me. When the sexual glow wore off, I’d sometimes sit there or lie there and wonder who this other person was that seemed to be such a big part of me now.One.