Note from author: Insert sobs, drippy nose sniffs and teary eyes at random."Why?" she cried between sobs."Why? Because everybody should be treated dec...ntly. Because all I have is your saying you're a bad girl. You haven't stolen from me ... you don't bring men over ... I haven't ever seen you drunk ... you don't even smoke. So ... you like the pleasure that comes with sex ... so do I." You've never even tried to get me in bed." Nope ... you work for me ... as a Housekeeper ... not anything. He told me to sit on thecouch as he got us beers and lit another as he sat next to me and handedme a magazine. He told me he had twelve friends that he delivered them toevery week and that I'd deliver them tomorrow.The cover had a sexy young she male sucking on a huge fat sexy cock andwas titled " Cum Hungry She Males "! We smoked as I looked at thepictures of sexy young she males sucking big fat sexy cocks and takingmouthfuls of creamy cum loads and swallowing. My hard cock slipped our ofmy. On this particular morning, he took down a dusty box from a high shelfthat was unlabelled. Inside was a reel of Silvertone Recording Wire andan old cardboard folder which had been stamped OSS: TOP SECRET alongwith the date '5th June 1948'. Which was strange. President Truman haddisbanded the OSS in September 1945. Even more intriguing was the namewritten in the top right corner: Arthur Dales, the man who had once runthe X-files.BERLIN, MAY 1947."My name is Arthur Dales, and at the time of these. She could feel her hard nipples through her thin bra and used the silk and seams of the bra to stimulate her sensitive flesh.She turned her head and noticed that there was a vibrant sunset outside her window. She knew that, in the entire world, nobody was seeing the setting sun quite the same way as she was seeing it just then. Blue and pink and purple and orange and red. It was as if she was becoming one with the colors. She licked her lips and felt like she could almost taste the different.