He moved back from the desk and looked for a place to hide. There was a door in the corner, a closet probably. He moved to it quickly. Unlocked. H... stepped in and closed the door behind him.He put his ear to the door, listening to see if anyone came into the room. Damn, it was stuffy. Hot, too, especially with this rubber padding he had to wear. Harper stepped back and began to unbutton the high collared maternity blouse that was part of the costume. He felt a strange tingling, like an. Farrow. Mrs. Farrow."Largo stood above her, his dark, angular face peering into hers.''Yes?"She blinked and looked around. Bob and Sybil had Allen in the corner and were talking to him, saying things she couldn't hear."Are you all right?" Yes," She rubbed her temples. "I just got a little dizzy listening. I'm sorry." Is everything you do and see here beautiful?" he asked, tilting her chin up."Yes... yes... I think so, I think so." Good. Remember that everything about Bob and Sybil is beautiful,. Naked now, helping me out of my clothes. Standing there, innocent but proud. Your body blooming almost before my lustful eyes.Stepping into the shower, water pouring down on us as I take the soap and begin to bathe you. Each little part requiring a touch, a kiss. Your hand already pumping my turgid member. Both of us clean, I shave. You are a naughty demon, sitting in the shower, sucking my dick while I try to shave. 'Behave Keri, I'll cut myself and then we'll have to wait for me to stop. Better yet: there was a faint tone of irritation permeating the building now. His interpolated phrase—with its pointlessness and its emphasizing of the awkward internal rhyme in the original bothered everybody, but in a subliminal way not open to conscious reflection. Sales, he guessed correctly, were falling off.This was far better than, the WALK/DON'T WALK fuck-up. Not for nothing had he once spent a semester in Professor "Sheets" Kelly's intensive seminar on modern poetry at Antioch College..