It was starting to hurt. I was going to turn my attention to that soon when I suddenly scraped my face with something. "Ouch!" I yelled as I drew my...hands away. Looking at my hands I saw what it was that got me. It was me. Or rather, it was my nails. They were about half an inch from my fingertips and painted a bright red. "What the hell?" I whispered in awe. My attention then turned to the throbbing in my cock again. Focusing my attention downward, I almost did a double take. Still. "A little less enthusiasm and a bit more decorum in your gestures, Darla. We need him to think you, like Marie and I, are fully female for the next couple of weeks. Dainty young misses do not nod their heads like a jack in the box." Jane smiled to soften the criticism of this special child, "Still, it does pose problems that he won't admit his crimes. Until he confronts them openly, we are not going to make very much progress with him." You going to have Darla work on him tomorrow?" Marie. I did think it would be fun to meet some of the writers, but come on--do I sound like some kind of porn entrepreneur? No way. Then she said she'd be glad to go along with me to take care of the promotional details. I needed her, she said. Without her, I'd probably just veg out on the beach and miss all the good stuff.It was the first time since I met her that I had the drop on her. So I told her she couldn't go, you had to be a writer, it was out of the question. She said it was probably. It’s just part of growing up, I mean…I think that God put us together not only because he was ready to, but I think he waited until we were both ready, too. Do you understand what I’m trying to tell you?’ ‘Of course I do,’ I smiled, ‘Thank you for being who you are, Kara…I love you with all my heart…’ ~~~~~~ The next day was Monday, and with it came another of what I though was going to be a hassle at work. The man, who came to talk to me in my office at the gym, while I knew that he was a man.