She nodded along to the two minutes of soft jazz that followed, staring intently at that last drawer. It was her boss’s drawer, the one she had been...ordered never to open. *Why?* she wondered. Why shouldn’t she open it? She had the key, after all. She didn’t feel cross at the soft, warm voice that said good-bye to her from the handset. Alone with her thoughts again, she decided that the whole lobby was completely filthy. She spent the next hour windexing the two glass walls, polishing hard,. Speak for yourself. You're a thousand times more beautiful than I am. Most of the time, I look like a fucking cabbage."Trinka snorted. "A cabbage. That's good. And no, you don't look like a cabbage. You've got a sexy body when you decide to show it off and your face can be either handsome or gorgeous, depending on how you do it up. You're literally aesthetic as either a girl or a boy or whatever you want to be."I couldn't help but smile. "Thanks, T."Trinka finished her last bite and put her. .”“Yes, but it’s just sex, not making love.”“Ouch. Even when you and I were at our lowest point, it was NEVER ‘just sex’ for you, even though there were times you pretended it was. And even when you were trying to hurt me, you faked ‘just sex’, you didn’t actually do it. Was it ever ‘making love’ with Bill?”“I thought so, at least at first. Now I’m sure it wasn’t. I think it was a mistake.”“If that’s true, you don’t need my advice.”Jocelyn smiled, “I think I just needed to be able to say it out. The assistant pointed to two small catches interrupting the trace."See these?" She flipped them up, and at her signal the remaining assistants redistributed themselves for the coming task. Producing two small rubber plungers, she grasped the circle by their suction. After several revolutions of the pair of plungers about their pivoted handles, the circle unscrewed itself from the curved surface and separated, still attached to the plungers. By looking into the hole Connie could now see that the.