But she agreed witheverything I had said, and related to my feelings.After eating, I took the initiative to touch up my lips using the back ofa spoon ...for a mirror. Sis was impressed that I handled the lipstick sowell. The game was over...yes; I loved pretending to be a girl andwasn't going to try to fool her into thinking otherwise anymore. I wasconstantly aware of what I was doing and I tried hard to improve upon myfeminine persona. I would happily be a bridesmaid, and a very prettyone, at. Her own voice sounded in her ears, but she didn’t think about what she said. Her thoughts were nothing more than trails of colors streaking through the cloud that was her body, endlessly fascinating and ultimately beyond understanding. She could see them changing colors and directions, and she wondered who guided them…but to wonder was to think, and it was always easier to know than to think. She didn’t think about how she knew. She didn’t think about why she didn’t want to think. She didn’t. It wasn't a big surprise to me. As a P.I. I have a lot of pre-conceived ideas and I try to see if they are right. Most of the time my thoughts are correct, sometimes they're not. This time I hit the nail on the head. Roger's financial situation sucked. He had made a lot of bad investments and was nearly broke. I, of course, needed to verify a few facts with Jenny without giving too much away.Jim came back with the bad news on Doris. I had a feeling about this but I had to be sure. Jim was still. She wore a light blue, sheer robe, nude underneath the diaphanous material.“Oh, hi, honey,” she smiles broadly, “this is my new friend, Jill, we met at the mall today in the Naughty Lady boutique.”I turned to a saucy looking brunette, with a great set of jugs, and a pixie face. She stood a few feet away in a very form fitting, pale yellow dress. Her tits were barely contained in the scoop necked dress, pushed up by a shelf bra. I also noticed she wore a black pair of hose and red patten leather.