"I typed, "Why?" Just do it! But do not let her know we're giving you orders or you'refired."I said, "Gayle please stay till the meeting starts." But ...why?"Another IM "Tell her you have something to show her?"Stupid me should have known the Webcam had a microphone. How else wouldwe be able use them for business calls?"Gayle there's something I've wanted to show you. Hold on for a minutewhile I reply to this e-mail then I'll show you."Techies' IM "Time for you to work your dildo up your ass while. Miss Right, the redhead, was on her back while Miss Left, the brunette was on her stomach, both wrapped in a very seductive '69' position. When the shock wore off, I gently moved over to the edge of the bed and propped myself on my side so I could watch. I have seen pictures, but this was real life and I had a front row seat... so to speak. Miss Left, as I have to call her because I still did not know their names, was on the bed, her knees bent and spread wide. Miss Right's head was buried. The 'black sheep' of the family (my mother's brother) was Uncle Guy. Back then, I didn't pick up the overt camp signals, such as the pink silk pocket handerchiefs or his idolization of the American crooner Johnnie Ray. Bachelor Guy ran a weird bric-a-brac shop in the London district of Soho, which was then full of Bohemian jazz clubs, casinos, strip joints (the forerunners of sex shops) and over-made-up street walkers, whose trademark salutation was: "Would you like a nice time, dearie?" I. I would just be a much bigger version, someone our generation could look up to, literally " the 21-year-old Beth giggled, completely amused with herself.Jay laughed at the silly scenario. "Thankfully, for all humanity's sake, that won't be happening." Jay assured, hoping Beth was over being pissed. "Hey, girl make yourself comfortable and stay awhile."Jay offered, as Beth stood up, a full tote bag over her shoulders, ready to leave. "Hmmm ... OK ... I am in the mood for a hot bath, anyway.".