However, Cheryl was too good to pass up and I was thinking with my penis.Once we were inside my house I asked her if she knew what she was doing. To w...ich she replied that she certainly did. She said that she had wet dreams about me ever since we started working together but that because of her marriage vows she had never acted on her feelings. However, with her cheating husband she felt that she could fulfill one of her dreams. Apparently I reminded Cheryl of her father, who died when she was. Leslie exemplified the dedicated and friendly staff the Archives were known for.“Of course, what you are really looking for isn’t on any of these floors,” Leslie said as they completed the tour of the second basement. “The rare books that you want to see are on the next level down. Isn’t it funny how your rare book collection is on stilts six stories above ground and ours is buried three stories below? We’re really worlds apart!”They were worlds apart in more ways than the locations. Maddie’s. “That’s sticky,” I said. “I have an idea, but it’s radical.”“Hit me.”“Did you ever read anything by a guy named Richard Sapir?”“Doesn’t ring a bell.”“I have,” said Doug. “My dad had a bunch of his books. I read them when I was a teenager.”“Tell her,” I said.“They were modern pulp novels, about two guys. One was a white guy, an ex cop who they faked his death, and the other was his mentor, an old Korean master assassin. They worked directly for the president. They were like his secret weapon. The lift door opened on the 5th floor. Michelle walked to the flat at the far end of 6 flats and knocked. Karen flung open the door and hugged her friend. Laughing, Michelle hugged her back and then looked down at the pretty redhead.“Am I overdressed?” Michelle asked, smiling.“Oh, don't worry about that,” said Karen dragging her in. “It's my outfit for the afternoon.” It was a black sheer halter-neck babydoll and nothing else. She called to her mum in the kitchen, “Michelle is here!”Michelle.