”She loosened her grip, and then she tossed her hands out to the side, before running one hand through her hair.“You better be worth it,” she sa...d, stripping out of her stretchy leggings.She was completely shaved. I liked that. She slipped her fingers down to her shaved pussy and worked them around, as I stood and watched.“Are you going to stand there gawking?” she asked, “Or are you going to fuck me?”I didn’t have to be asked twice.I sat on the couch and pulled her into a straddling position. In fact, he refuses to help us at all, unless we give him his girls," I replied."Then you are in a pickle, what do you suggest?" he asked."I don't know, we are not allowed to allow others to go with them," I responded."Yes we are, but the next trip to the human world won't be for thirty days. So what are you going to do about it?" he said again."What? You told me no other humans are allowed to go!" I replied."I never said such a thing. You need to go over your reports and check them," he said. In only four cases could he not get them to talk at all, which was much better than he or anyone else had expected.“Did you know that Patrollers are expected to be, if not actually celibate, then at the very least unencumbered by romantic association?” Les was talking to one of his own colleagues at lunch a few days later.“Yeah, I’ve heard that before. I’ve been told they sometimes get call-girls in.”“Not what I’ve just been told.”“Oh?”Les looked a bit upset. “Apparently they have been known to. As I climb the stairs I am trembling with excitement at seeing you once more. I knock on the door, and you open it and greet me with a warm smile. You are a picture of femininity, your makeup and wig are impeccable, and you are wearing a light summer dress, tan thigh-highs and sandals. Your nails and toenails are painted a bright red, complementing your ruby lips. We hug, and our lips meet in a familiar embrace, our tongues dancing with delight."Hello, Monique, it's so good to see you again!".