Out of curiosity though, does theguarantee apply to these mystery levels?" asked Steve intrigued by theidea."Oh, yes Mr. Johnson Madam Evette stands b... her guarantee 100% ESPECIALLYfor these levels," replied the receptionist."Well what have I got to lose I have the money to spend and there isalways the guarantee. Okay I'll take the 11," stated Steve.With that the receptionist made a short whispered phone call to the backoffice and Steve was met in his usual room by Cindy and a woman he. ”“And this is Mel. My wife and I would like to hire you for 2 hours this morning.”“Doing what exactly?“You would be joining us —and only us— in our sexy playtime this morning. Can you come over right away?”“Sounds interesting. Where did you get my name and number?”“You came highly recommended by one of your satisfied customers. You had taken the bus to his place. When he was done he offered to drive you home. On the way, he stopped at a falafel restaurant.”I responded, “I know the guy. I like. The manager then made a copy of the call and gave it to the police. When the Police received the print out and voice copy of the call, Department Chief Margret Young was called into the case.Margret was your average woman. She stood about 5ft 6in. She usually wore her police uniforms, but when out on the town she loved to dress sexy. Her outlook of life has always been if you can't keep up with the party, then stay off the train. This motto is what landed Margret in the worst case she could. We went into his apartment. He was acting nervous, probably because I'd sat so close to him on the way home from the restaurant. When we got inside, I locked the door behind us, smiled, stepped forward. I put my arms around his neck and said "I hope I'm not misreading this," and I kissed HIM.This is where it all comes apart, I thought. He could push me away or he could return the kiss. He kissed me back. We stopped. I took a breath. He started to talk."Hush, babe. Don't talk. Kiss me again." We.