Her voice was the one I heard on one of her bad days. “You ok?” I asked.“No, not really,” She answered. “Just feeling a little down.”“I�...�m here for ya, Sis. I’ve got two hours to drive and nothing else to do.”“Then do it,” she spat.“Do what?”“You know,” she whispered, “I’ve been thinking about it since you said it.”“Oh,” I stammered, “Oh. Uhm, really?””Yes, really.” I heard the ice in her glass tinkle when she put it on her nightstand. “I want you to talk to me. Dirty.”I cleared my throat,. " He said kidding, she laughed again."So you imagine these things about me and you having sex...I see....That does explain a lot." She said. There was another moments silence and then she said, "Do you think these things could actually happen?" No, why would someone like you do those things with me?!" He replied, she shook her head and got up from her desk. She then sat down on his desk, only inches away from him. He tried to cover up his dick from her seeing, but she immediatley pulled his. I don’t think I can stand I. I might just faint,” I said.“How do you think I feel? I’m trying to hire a former CIA operative,” he said.“You do need someone, your intelligence sucks,” I said.“Oh, course, you would say that. Too bad Tasha already outed you,” he said.“The next sound you hear will be hanging up on you,” I said it while breaking the connection. Since I had no idea how to get in touch with Ms Goldberg, I returned to my ice tea while I watched the cars go by.Sure I was getting bored,. Just let me loose, because you have some explaining to do."Doesn't Tami just look so inviting," was the next sound I heard. TAMI? How does this clown know my femme name? What was he doing, monitoring my apartment? "So, Tami, I see you do look very nice and inviting. It is about time we met, my little slut." Waitaminute, what the hell is this? "I guess you don't know who this is, huh Tami?" The most audible noise I could make was a completely muffled, "mmph". "Here let me help you with that.