I immediately backed up, she was enjoying torturing me like this. She got a puzzled look on her face while still smiling when she asked, “you’re...a virgin aren’t you?” Busted again, damn. I told her that I was and her eyes widened and her mouth opened a little, then as she lowered her eyebrow and bit her lip a little she looked around up and down the halls. Seeing that nobody was in the hall she grabbed my arm and pulled me into a room across the hall from us that wasn’t shut, the sign on. I wasn't imagining it, it was real. As I stood at the top of the forklift ramp looking down on that huge black man I realized that I was going to have to find out what it would be like to have him. The thought scared me; this new obsession of mine could ruin my life. If my husband even imagined what I was thinking, he'd divorce me in an instant; it would disgust him and make me an outcaste in our social group.But even with those threats hanging over me I walked into the Forman's office and told. I was about to apply the waxy substance to my mouth when I stopped and looked at it, like I was seeing it for the first time. Have you noticed how a lot of women don't use a mirror to apply lipstick, they just spread it on their lips, press them together and then check it in a mirror or a window, whatever's handy. Often, she won't have to even wipe any off, it's a skill honed by constant practice. I had done that myself, many times in the last couple of weeks or so. I learned quickly, very. I'm Chloe and I'm just likesuper thrilled to be here. How about you guys?"One of the other women said perkily "I'm Isadora and I love being agirl!", but her look of frustration belied her words. The other woman justscowled and refused to say anything. Brad growled at himself, then said:"If. You. Say. One. Word. At . A. Time. You. Can. Sometimes. Fool. The.Filter."The woman who'd remained silent nodded, and her brow furrowed inconcentration. "Alissa," she said after a pause. "No! My. Name..