I squirmed around alittle bit and felt the tampon inside of me, remembering that sense ofpenetration and I just couldn't wait to fell something the sh...pe and sizeof a real cock push deep into my virgin hole.Not long after we all quieted down Rachel said that odd phrase again.This time, I could only remember bits and pieces of what came after. Shesaid something about how every orgasm would affect us and something abouta man's cum. Whatever she said didn't really matter because as soon as. "If you enjoy the changes you've experienced." She'd said. "It will be up to you to convince your father to embrace them as well. He will be conflicted, uneasy with our activities. I can't explain how, but you're the only one like him we've ever seen. Help him to see the good side of all this. If you help me with this, I promise you'll be rewarded."The look in her eyes had convinced him she was telling him the truth. A small part of him was concerned, any organization with the kind of abilities. Fortunately, she didn't resist when I lay down next to her and hugged her tightly from behind in a spoon-like fashion. We said nothing for quite awhile, and I thought it a good sign that she didn't shove me away or again attempt to hit me. Apology did seem the best strategy, so I told Gwen that I deserved the blow to my face. In an attempt to justify what had happened, I explained that Chelsea had the night before referred to me as a "fuck toy," and when I had asked where she heard the term,. I fetch Kristina’ purse from her desk and return to the editor’s office. Kristina is stepping out of the shower as I place the purse on the sink before returning to the editor’s office to search for a drink. Sadly there is none to be found – I guess drinking in the office went out with the Mad Men generation – but my disappointment is tempered by Kristina’ re-emergence. Kristina is once more clean and fresh, makeup reapplied and (per my mental commands) thoroughly douched. She looks just as I.