What’s your plan now?I had no idea. The surreality increased with each passing moment and I felt I was losing my grip.I don’t know how much time p...ssed, maybe ten minutes or so. I heard her door open, followed by her tromping down the stairs like a herd of elephants. Less than a minute passed when she climbed back up the stairs just as loudly. My bedroom door flew open, and there she stood, naked, and holding my Abbey Road album.This was no ordinary Beatles album. This was a limited-edition. Especially after I "came out" to my boss."Well," she said, "since you mostly work at home, I guess this isn't really a problem. But I think it may be best if you don't come into work for meetings any more. Just call in and I'll conference you in. You get direct deposit, right?"And that was that.I began to get into a rhythm every day, waking up early, quick shower, skin care, shaving, baby powder, hair, makeup...Generally I wore a wig (pinned to my hair with about a thousand clips), but every. “I want to make this very clear. All of you,” Sasha looked at her friends as she spoke firmly. “I demand that Mick make love to Diana, and that he follows through with the promises to have sex with each of you. I have thought about this a lot. I guess I need to tell you all something about me that you don’t know. Can we go somewhere private?”“The only place I can think of that will be completely private will be one of the cabins.”“I agree, Jos. Come on girls, let’s go to my cabin. You too,. I wondered what her game was going to be. I mean considering her military gait.“Come in,” I said. I turned and headed back inside. There was a small TV-tablette next to my rocking chair. My coffee cup was on it. She came in. I nodded my greeting. “There’s a new pot in the kitchen if you want a cup.” I motioned her to get her own if she wanted any. Well, I was making a statement.“Thank you, and hello,” she said, heading into the kitchen. She was maybe a full minute inside. Coming back in to me,.