“Yes. Trudy will pull the files as you work your way through them for familiarity. I figure that might fill the two weeks with some diversion alon... the way.” There was a distinct twinkle in his eyes. “By the way, Trudy, did you hear anything outside this office earlier?” I blushed profusely remembering my orgasms.“Yes, Sir. It was muffled, but it sounded like a slut was being used in here.” I gasped.* * * *The time slipped by quickly. I initially focused on my projects, then on. " Yeah. Oh my god it was so real," he said looking at her now. "It waslike in the 60's and I was, well.....my mom and dad were.......notnormal. Nobody was normal, except for me." It's OK baby, it was just a dream," she said kissing his cheek."Yeah, I'm fine."Kevin rolled back over and closed his eyes, "That was weird," hethought drifting off to sleep again.Something pulled Kevin's hair and he opened his eyes. He looked in hemirror to see a straight row of curlers over the top of his. Dress around my waist no longer did it even resemble a dress more like a corset for the waist, my legs apart on either side of the chaise, arms above my head still in place, I turned my head ever so slightly to look at him with bedroom eyes and a slight pouted smirk, he painted for an hour or so then told me ‘get cleaned up, there is a shower in my office.’ I unbuckled the shoes and swayed into his office sliding the dress off as I walked. I left it laying the middle of the studio floor as I. She laid motionless, lipstick smeared around her bee-stung lips, and her vampish mascara smudged. Her breathing uneven and the delicate nostrils of her upturned nose flared for air. Staring at her breasts, I admired how they melded into her torso, her pink areola scrunched into two rivet-shaped nubs. The scallop of her abdomen rose and fell. My gaze travelled to the delicate flare of her seductive hips and lingered at the scarlet gape of her sex.In the torpid air and half-light, strangers.