As I waited for the coffee to percolate I wondered what the kids and I could do for the next two weeks that they would be visiting me; I had the same ...problem every year, what to do. Mind you I had always enjoyed the annual two-week visit of my big sister's kids, especially after my own marriage had broken up; they had cheered me up no end. Martin had now turned nineteen, his sister was eighteen, and growing more beautiful each time I saw her.What I liked most about the kids was that they seemed. I don't know what possessed me, but I got out of the car. I walkedcarefully across the parking lot, aware of occasional stares. Then downthe high street, my nerve strengthening with every step. People couldstare. One person laughed. But this wasn't about humiliation. I wanted tobe accepted for who I was, so I tried to be immune to anything around me.I was greeted warmly in the salon. I had my hair rinsed and teased into abetter shape, volume added. I explained I couldn't do anything permanentas. Gurney Slade smiled as he saw the look of utter bewilderment on my face."Welcome to the Bureau, Greenaway. No doubt you are surprised to see me alive? I left Bordeaux wondering if I would live out the month, yet here I am hale and relatively hearty. Not fit enough for field work but I can fight a desk well enough." He held out his hand and I shook it warmly. Although he was a cold and taciturn individual I admired him greatly, and I think by the time he left Bordeaux to receive medical. “Are you sick son?” he asks with actual concern in his eyes. You nod your head yes and start for the door. You move quickly from your seat, half bent over to try and hide your erection and hold your hands over your mouth like you are trying to not throw up. The last three years with your wife has taught you to think quickly on your feet, she likes to role play and sometimes springs unexpected things on you. As you sprint out the door your entire focus becomes the woman in heat only 40 feet.
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