"Special Agent in Charge Dominique Spencer was reviewing a case file when her intercom beeped."What is it Barbara?" Your two o'clock is here, Mrs. Spe...cer; they're on their way up." My what?" Spencer asked. "Barbara, I don't have a two o'clock; who is it?"Before Barbara could answer, Spencer's door opened, and man she'd never met entered. He was about six foot one, medium build but obviously in good shape, with blondish brown hair and eyes somewhere between blue and gray, dressed in a gray suit. ” “Why’s that?” she said as we came closer to her apartment. “Ohhhhhhh no reason,” I lied as I shook my head. “No really,” she asked. “Why is that?” We pulled into the parking lot. I asked her where she wanted me to park. She told me, smiling as she did, and of course I smiled back as best I could. She could tell something was going on in my thoughts, right then and there. “Come on up?” she asked. “Uhhhhhh sure,” I replied. We went up to her second floor apartment. It was a nice layout, I. "That feels really nice, sis," I said."Do you have a condom?" she asked me."What if I didn't—could I still fuck you? I could pull out before I cum inside you."She turned over and got quiet."But I do have a condom, you want to put it on me Joanie?" Grrr, I love you—you big dope. Sure, tell me how?" Tear it open, careful to not tear the condom inside," I said."OK, got it!" she said. "Now what?" Do you see which way it unrolls?" Yeah?" Put it on the end of my dick and unroll it all of the way," I. I could wear shorts in November, but people would begin to wonder about me. Life in this new shell was going to be challenging enough without that kind of stupid mistake to draw even more attention to myself.I found some old ratty jeans and a cool sweat shirt with a four inch zipper at the neck. I even put on a nylon shell over it all, so that I could at least look like I was dressed for my bike ride to Helen's. I was headed there mostly because it's what the old me would have done.I was a.