*** When I went to bed the night of my birthday, I was as happy as I’d ever been. The girl of my dreams was now the lady in my life, and I wanted to...make sure it stayed that way. She was even giving serious thought to having my child, which was more than I had dared to dream with any other woman since I became an adult. I hoped that the rest of Cami’s visit would follow the pattern of the first part of it: sex, sightseeing, sex, sleep, lather, rinse, repeat. It would not go quite that smoothly.. I didn't knowwhether to be flattered or offended.With the men, I was totally embarassed. The guys took to calling me,"Tootsie," after the Dustin Hoffman movie. More than one asked me if Iperformed oral sex. I think a few were serious.I tried to spend the day at my desk, but that was futile. This day,everyone wanted to meet in person rather than talk on the phone -- andthey all wanted me to come to their location or to some farawayconference room. I quickly began to feel the burn in my. What I saw was just something else. My cousin was wearing nothing but a formfitting tee and pink panties with butterflies on them. On her legs were long, stripped multicolored socks. I couldn't help but notice her petite frame, her tiny but slightly round little ass, her small perky tits, her stomach, not perfectly flat, but it was a sight to behold, her tight tee just clinging to her tiny curves, her bottoms almost bearing it all and then... she turned around, legs slightly parted, revealing. "From his inside pocket, Cranston produces a card.The policeman scrutinizes it.Buck Enterprises, the guy's name, title—he's the genuine article, or so it would seem."I was passing through here on business of my employer when I noticed this young lady in need of assistance."Assistance, I might add, unless I am mistaken, which I doubt, that she was not about to get from you."Or am I wrong?"The policeman glares at him, saying nothing."I thought as much."What is at issue here... officer?" Thought.