”He heard the click of the door and opened it, entering a wide corridor with plants strategically placed along it. A stairway was to one side, but a... the end of the corridor was a lift. He entered it and pressed twelve.On exiting the lift he found there was only one door with the number twelve on it. He pressed the doorbell and the door flew open, revealing Sharon.She smiled. “Come on in. I’m running a little late and need to finish my makeup,” as she drew him into the room. “There’s drinks on. Except one, it was a cop. He turned on it's flashing lights. Oh shit, I thought how can I get out of my clothes, heels, and wig and put on my pants and shirt without drawing attention to me moving around like crazy in front of a cop. My heart was going a mile a minute as we pulled over, I could have died right there and then! I don't dress to interact with people. I don't care if someone sees me at a distance but close up, face to face not so much. Here he comes up to my window. He looks at me. John’s competition, academically and athletically. I’m vaguely surprised she’s so openly admitting she transferred from there. I spend the rest of the period working on my final project. She helps, each sample settled in aqueous solution, the vibrant colors of each beaker forming a rainbow as they stand in formation. Ferrous gives me trouble, the stubborn violet hue making a mockery of my work, but she adds the oxidizing agents needed to change the ferric the proper yellow-brown hue. The bell. I could tell from their dialog, that they were the new “German” clients. Their attention was fixed on Jerome and Judy fucking on the bed. They were excited and encouraging. Grey encouraged them, “Come on, join in, friends, she loves fucking!”.The bed springs were creaking, and hips were slapping, as the clothes came off of the German clients. Judy’s body was helpless as hands held her down and groped her breasts. One cock disappeared into her open mouth.“You loving this, you married slut?”.