We could have left - that would have shown him, probably -but for whatever reason, my sister and I just stood there as he spokewhat might have been so...me kind of ancient language.Soon he was finished chanting. He left the dildo on the table and strodeout, pushing past the two of us as we just stood there in a stunnedsilence.My sister was the first to speak."Let's get out of here," she said, and I just nodded. "Oh, and don'tforget your friend."I reached out to pick up the dildo...and the entire. It was the closest he'd ever gotten to it. He took a deep breath, almost getting high on a faint scent she'd imprinted on her seat. It was a warm musk, neither particularly smelly, nor intense, but a faint fruity aroma, probably from a body lotion or skin cream.“Did you drop something?”Adam quickly reacted, looking up and pretending he'd just picked his phone off the floor in a not at all convincing way. It was one of of Meg's girl friends, teasing him.“Yeah, yeah, got it now,” he responded. She was (and maybe, still is) the real, authentic nympho slut. Unfortunately, her looks and appetite for sex where the only good things about her…but that`s another story. Because of her nymphomaniac inclinations, she always used to tease me and my other male collegues: spanking our butts, “accidentally” touching our cocks, lots of indecent proposals…and more, no matter the age or looks. Just cock to be. All in all, for a working place, a real sexual harassment. But none of us was too bothered. Looking at my reflection in the clear water, I could see that my finefeatures and longish hair made me look quite feminine and I was pleasedat that. Through all my recent trials and tribulations, I had never lostsite of the fact that I was much happier dressed as I was, than I evercould be as a boy. Strange thoughts, I know for a fugitive such asmyself, but I drew some comfort from this fact.I washed my face in the water and whilst waiting for the now warm sun todry it, I ran my fingers through.