That person outed themself a week later when she found a quiet moment tocorner and lecture me on how things really were."You'll know, you'll never be ... woman. You aren't a woman, you can't bea woman." She said it quite conversationally, Rochelle Barker - one ofthe theatre nurses who had always been friendly."I didn't think you would be the one," I replied, equally mild. We couldhave been discussing the weather, but I had been building up to this,rehearsing it. Even so, an ugly tension knotted. Since the suite was used for business purposes, they were flirting at the edges of industrial espionage. They scrupulously avoided recording anyone but the target couple, and in fact had the monitoring technician leave the room when legitimate meetings were going on.In the face of such expertise and technology, it was amazing that any cheating couple could think they would not be discovered if the offended spouses chose to spend the money. Since Theresa already knew who Lee was, it made it that. Curiously I felt for the Professor's dick (he surely couldn't object by now) to see if it, too, was responding. It had the hardness, and size, of an eighteen-year-old's. Whether through the wine or the admiration I was becoming intoxicated. I stood up and dropped the few clothes that were left in a slow twirl of a striptease. Both men watched me, entranced, each totally unembarrassed in the presence of each other, the Professor transfixed with the grateful smile of an old man. I turned to him. “It’s an Ashanath patrol.” she said, looking at the transmitters details. “How did they know we were in their territory so quickly?” she wondered curiously.“The Greys have embedded sensors in asteroids all throughout these border systems.” John explained. “Not much gets into their territory without them knowing about it.”He turned to Alyssa. “Put them up on the vid-feed please honey.” he asked the beautiful blonde.Alyssa nodded energetically, eager to see one of the Ashanath for the first time..