I'd already sacrificed so much for my job. My self-respect, my dignity, all so I could get the highest marks on my performance evaluations when my yea... was up and I could return to the normalcy of corporate America.But how did she know I was a Milky Girl? That bothered me as well. I'd been called that by my co-workers, many of whom were convinced that I had a genuine fetish for sperm, but how would this woman know about that? I'd never met her before. Had my boss mentioned it while we'd sat in. I knew she would stand there, held by my attention, for as long as I wanted, and I liked that too, so I lingered, enjoying her state of undress and bewilderment. When I had had my fill, I said softly, “You’re very beautiful. I love looking at you.” Then I asked, “Where do you keep your nightgown?” She looked startled by my question, then pointed at her bureau, whispering, “Bottom drawer.” I went over and pulled one out. It was, unsurprisingly, simple, white, and old-fashioned looking. I laid it. It was almost as if the woman cared about Renee, and the problems she didn’t know Renee had.Back in the car, as Bobby steered it towards the downtown area, she couldn’t keep her questions bottled up.“What did she mean when she asked you if I was one of your customers?” she asked. That had seemed like a strikingly odd thing to ask him, especially since it was supposed to have been a question Renee didn’t hear.“I’d rather not discuss that right now,” he said, mysteriously. “You have enough. "We're going to have a ball."Wearing their Halloween sweatshirts, everyone but Selina and Diana met in the living room."Ohmygosh," Arlene rushed out, clapping her hand over her mouth as she stared at Art. Then turning to Helen, "Wow. You did a great job. No one will ever recognize him."Helen turned to Art. "Remember to concentrate on your walk — slightly longer steps — and your stance. Try to slump your shoulders a bit." I will."Art stood very self-consciously before the scrutiny of the.