" I said it so quietly I could barely hear it. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." Of course you meant to!" She turned, facing me. "Just as I meant to lo...k at you. Its not everyday you can see yourself as others see you." She turned back to her book, turned a page, and grinned triumphantly. "Come here," she swivelled the book on its spine towards me, patting an obvious space on the bed, amidst the discarded lingerie. I sat next to her, awkwardly, like a shy schoolboy. "Oh for goodness sake!" She. So I and my friends had to stay late to finish the work. We were all in a conference room, working on our laptops. She was busy planning the schedule on the whiteboard. My colleagues left the room to get a cup of coffee from the office pantry.Me, being too involved in work didn’t leave my place and there she was busy writing on the board. I took off my earphones. I felt like someone was calling me only to realize that no one did that. It was just a hallucination. I saw her standing there right. The only hair I will allow you to have is your eyebrows.Six. Make sure you are cleaned out good I hate any messes. If we are in front of people it has to be completely clean. By that I mean your ass.I agree to all of that and tell her it may take a while to get it all arranged but I will try because it is an ultimate fantasy that I have. I research the web for sex clubs and swingers clubs. After many hits and lots of contemplation I settle on a club called Dreamers. It is a swingers club. I. It sounded more close this time. Heather sat up to her elbows and peered around her. Nothing caught her eye. But suddenly she saw it a shadow lurked in the not far distance. "Who is there?" she called out softly in a non alarming voice so not to show any fear. Nothing came back no voice no noise just silence. "Pete if that's you stop messing around" she said. Pete was a good friend of hers that stayed just down the street and sometimes they would meet up late just to chat. "I am serious..." She.