You gotta tell Mr. Fox." Yeah," Ron agreed, but neither of us really wanted that."And..." I cleared my throat, " ... I want to take some blood." Mine?... He opened his eyes and looked at me. "Why?" Cause I want to know who you are," I told him. "I can do some stuff up at school. They pretty much let me do whatever I want in the labs." What're you going to do?" I'm gonna check your DNA," I said. "I want to compare it to mine, for one thing. I want to check your chromosomes too." See if we're. I also did my best to ignore the nasty looks I got from most of the women. When the cab finally showed up, I got into the front seat and Mark climbed in the back. The driver was an older East Indian gentleman with snow-white hair, and when he saw that my tits were clearly visible in the sheer top, his eyes bugged out and he started stammering as he tried to ask me where we wanted him to take us.As he continued staring at my tits, I replied, "I'd like you to take us to a quiet spot at the. "There were two places that he and Dave didn't think of and I was going to tell him about them until he pissed me off over putting a camera in my room. As a result the large dressing room and cabana off the pool and the hot tub didn't get covered.He showed me the set up in Dave's home office and how to work it. Basically the system was a bunch of wireless cameras that sent their signals to a couple of DVR recorders. One for the house feeds and one for the outside cameras. The cameras were. "I want you to wear it." What?" See!" I yelled. "I knew it." I'm not a girl," he said, still clutching the baby doll, but when Iturned around I could see the struggle in his eyes. On the one hand waswhat was left of the young man he'd been, and then there was the femininecreature he was becoming, and the desire to please me and please himselfby putting on something sexy was at war with who he'd been."You don't love me," I said. "You never did." Just because I won't..." Just go," I said. "I.