“Is there any chance of delaying that until early on Monday?”“I suppose.”“Do that, please. And don’t be alone until Monday morning. Or che...k yourself in. I can call the hospital and talk to someone. There’s a doctor I know in trauma there who can grease the skids.”“I do NOT want to check into a hospital, Al!” I protested.“Do you have a friend, co-worker, or someone like that you can call?”Oh, I did, and there was an obvious answer seven floors below. But the very suggestion Al was making risked. Sunlight poured through the windows, like they had the week before. He set a cup in front of me and we sat across from one another. "Are you stuck again?" I asked him. "No...." He drew the word out and ended it like a question. "No?" "Not stuck. Limited." "How?" "I have ideas that are...earthy. I can't get them out." I paused for a moment, sipping my coffee. I kept my voice light when I said, "You need more experience." That statement hung in the air for a moment. It sharpened that sense of. Gilmore. I knelt beforeher and in a lisping, girly voice, explained that I had to quit my jobbecause I'm a big sissy and need to be feminized and disciplined to makeunderstand my place. "You deserve nothing else, pansy. Your sister isgoing to make you into the biggest sissy ever and I can't wait to seeit. Time to leave, faggot before you scare away any clients."I was dragged away by Lisa as the ladies told me I had a cute ass. Downthe elevator went as Alicia told Lisa I'd done well. Only a real. My husband was sent for three months on a project where I could not go with him. The manager offered that I could just stay at his apartment during that time. I could not resist that and enjoyed being in his bed every night although I did go to my own apartment once in a while to make sure it was okay. My yoni was very happy with all the very good attention he gave it.When my husband returned, I was not sure what would happen. By now I would rather be with the hotel manager than with him. But.