My friends and I were plottinga way to break into the 'palace' and rescue him. My friend, a holyknight of a long-dead order, felt that I should play ... pivotal role inrescuing him. I demanded no less anyway. However there were a fewcomplications. "What do you mean I have to become a man?" Not literally, but you'll have to act like one and think like one tofool the crime lord. You'll be disguised as a mercenary who is offeringhis services for hire. We've obtained the costume from the. Over the past couple years, I'd gotten to know her very well. "You look lovely, darling," she said, "but your hair is coming undone, and I'm going to have to redo your lipstick now."I snatched the lipstick from her. "Nope, I'll do it while you fix my hair."Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed James watching us, smiling. James was a good guy. I loved doing shoots with him, and always requested him whenever my contract stated I could have preference. He wasn't really my type, though. I prefer. Booze flowed like water. My new secretary Miss Bowen was a knock-out by comparison at 35 years old and shaped like Marilyn Monroe but with dark brown hair and I judge around 130# and 5'6" frame and 34C tits. Nicely rounded butt too. I could hardly take my eyes off of her when she would enter my office. When I’d call her in for dictation she would sit across from me in a straight backed chair with her legs crossed and I could see her very nice clean thighs all the way to her butt. She was very. . this woman, like my mother, was turning all my ideals upside down and inside out. I wondered how long this had been going on. First had come the astonishing behaviour of my parents, that extraordinary Joanna Walsh, and now here was Caroline Herschfeldt taking my sexual world and shaking the life out of it (or maybe that should be shaking the life into it!). And tonight I was going out with Vikki Thompson, surely the same thing couldn't... ? No don't be silly, I thought to myself still unable.