The silly outfit I was wearing and the way peoplesniggered or abused me on my journey meant I was exhausted when I wentthrough the door."The sissy's h...re again," said the receptionist in her little girlvoice, but to me it sounded like the roar of a lion about to eat me.The salon owner sidled up to me, "Well hello, Robin, don't you lookdifferent. I'm glad to see we helped you come out of the closet?albeitit a rather fetishistic one, what can we help you with today?someextensions or colouring?". She knew that it would do no good to try to keep him out; that until she and Bill figured out some way to thwart him, she would have to remain his unwilling servant. Today was the first time she had heard from him in days, and she had hoped that he might have decided not to do anything more to her. Perhaps he has changed his mind, was all she had been able to think of since that terrible night, though she knew it was not true. That would just not be like her neighbor at all and was just too. We were trained to immediately profile ourenvironment and imagine possible scenarios. Being undercover, an agentwas supposed to accomplish his tasks while keeping his act together. Forexample, we need to know where the exit door, spots where we sendmessages communication, people that we can impersonate or manipulate toreach our goal. Even though I already spent weeks being Kimberly Goldman at school, Icould not avoid feeling nervous. It seemed to me that this mall was likea labyrinth, filled. ."OH MY GOD KEVIN!! OH!! OH!! MMMM!! THIS FEELS SO GOOD!! OH!! OH!! YES!! OOHH!! I'M GETTING 'THAT, that FEELING'!!" (As a side note.. "That Feeling" is how we referred to orgasm.) So; that told me, Sean was about to cum!! That was great; I had already came over and over countless times!! I dug my fingertips into his ass, wrapped my legs tighter around his hips; and, told him... "YES SEAN!! DO IT TO ME HARDER!! FASTER SEAN!! FUCK ME HARDER... FASTER!! OOOHHH YES!! YES!! YES!! OOOHHH!!" Sean was.