Tate sat back down at his desk and went back to his work. He made afew glancing looks at Amber throughout the day as he thought about whathe had agre...ed to. As everything he thought about Amber seemed to beconfirmed, Tate felt comfortable that he would win.That night, Tate went home and pulled up cross-dressing techniques andideas online. He scoured blogs and other websites for tips to pull itoff as best he could before he made a series of purchases over theinternet.Tate started his purchases. The emotion of it had not left her. Dread. Loss. Had it been about Piotr? Helmut? Her family?Who could say."I don't mean to pry," Anelie's voice said from the darkness. Shanna shook her head."You aren't."She lay there, pulling her covers up a bit. Sealing in the body heat. She heard somewhere that ninety percent of a person's heat fled through your head, but she suspected that was mostly because the rest was kept nice and snug under clothing and blankets. She thought her curly hair was thick. Again, a perfect fit.I needed to see and taste those babies so I slipped the tube top over one and then the other and a slight shiver ran through her. Her breathing was starting to get a bit more intense as I started playing with her nipples. They were now about a quarter inch long and very sensitive. Every time I tweaked and rolled them in my fingers she shuddered and moaned in my mouth. I needed better access so I slipped her tube top over her head and guided her around so she was straddling. The new devices increased or decreased the density of the dampening field automatically as needed.The last two of Sibilius' projects were Melinda and his son, who now insisted on being called Hank. It irritated the old scientist that all of his daughters had renamed themselves something other than what he had originally and lovingly named each and every one of them. He tried to put his foot down with his son."Hank is such an undignified name," he argued. "If you need to change your name, why.