And the extra hundred each month.”Helene knew when to stop pushing. “OK, Gene, you’ve got yourself a sexretary.” Very pleased with herself, He...ene stretched, pushing her breasts forward, an action Gene eagerly followed. “Gene, aren't you forgetting something?”“I don’t think so. What?”“Shouldn’t you, as the boss, have the right of inspection to make certain I’m wearing the right stockings held up by a proper garment? That I’m not trying to slip pantyhose or stay-ups past you?”Gene grinned.. He seriously did not want to meet anyone but surely had intended to see if anyone actually responded and showed up for a gay meet. On that particular Friday, he found himself a table on the 4th floor, giving him a good view of all men coming and going from the men’s room. At around 9:50 a guy walked in the men’s room and was out in less than a minute. No one could use the toilet or the urinal that quickly. About 5 minutes later he came back and went in to stay a bit longer before leaving. He. Without a word I handed you my drink. You looked into my eyes Trish, slowly sipped, then licked your lips as you handed it back. I set the glass on a table, slipped my arm around your waist and guided you back to the dance floor. No words passed between us.As the DJ cranked out a beat, we danced. Our eyes never left the other’s as we danced and ground our way through a couple songs. We got closer, my fingertips stroking your arms, stroking your sides as we moved to the music. We got closer. “Ye seem to be rather lost.”Penelope spins around to see a gnome standing right behind her. He comes up to her chest, well that’s with his ha on. Without it, he is most likely barely at her waist. “I’m not lost.”Yes you are.“Okay, maybe I am, a little,” she admits.“Where are ye going?” the gnome asks, giving her a warm, friendly smile.“To the high wizard’s castle,” she says, sound proud.“Ah, High Wizard Starkey’s place,” the little man muses.“Wait a minute, the High Wizard Richard.