Go get ready."I practically ran into the bathroom to wash off the old makeup andreapply a new coat. As I was putting on my makeup, I could kind ofover...ear Maggie and Susan talking in the next room. I couldn't make outeverything, but I heard them talking about my voice. I know my voice isthe one real glaring problem for me. I'm working on it by doing vocaltraining that Maggie taught me. It's gotten better, but it's still notgreat yet. I also heard mention something about John the. Nothing seemed out of bounds. She held the back of my neck as I fucked her. Her eyes fixed on me as we were both in the grip of passion. My cock felt like a piece of iron. Her pussy felt like a velvet glove. For an hour we slammed together before running out of breath. We rested. Then I entered her again and we slammed together until I came inside her again. She held me tight. Finally she let go and I rolled off. ‘Are you working today?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘When will you be home?’ ‘After three.’ ‘I’ll be. Finally, I bravely fetched my laptop and perched on a corner chair in the living room and fired up, and found my way online again, while Lissa and Denise reviewed their purchases.Of course, I found an email from Lissa. She described the day with some detail ... not quite the level I've given above, but from a different perspective. Basically, a series of masturbation sessions in dressing rooms and restroom stalls, broken up with some incidental stuff. She said she hadn't had much of a chance to. I'd definitely fucked up.But that didn't change the fact that she was the one that had crossed the line.What line there was. We'd never done a good job of defining where the line between a pure friendship and a sexual friendship lay. And that was as much my fault as hers.Well, actually she'd defined the line—no touching. I hadn't liked it, but I hadn't discussed it or argued. And then she'd been the one to cross it.I sighed and got up from my desk. The whole thing was far too messy for me to.