“You were saying?” I said as I smiled at her with a big smile. She laughed and motioned to the chair and I sat down and she came over and sat on ...my lap. True, I did not have on my red suit, or my glasses, but she reached up and stroked my white beard as she looked into my eyes with those deep green beauties of hers! While she was looking into my eyes, I glanced down at the expanse of chest that was now inches from my face. A wide field of creamy skin rose into twin swells before. And I surprised them all with a "secret" guest for dinner, my classmateand muse Jessica Eiger came over as well!!"Ladies, it's time for me your hostess to propose a toast. To me, to MissBethany McCallister. To the woman that you both created, and the womanwho is going to accept that trust fund money and live happily ever afteras one of you. A real lady!" As we clinked glasses, my coronation intowoman hood was nearing it's completion. Jessica was a little confused,but I filled her in later over. "Seriously you need to make sure you don't wearyourself out on this project. It's not that I don't admire yourdedication it's just that I don't want it to be at the expense of yourhealth."The week went quickly and by Friday I was feeling worn out. Lauren rangme at lunchtime which is unusual she doesn't normally ring me while I amat work, she was making light conversation without saying much, and sheobviously had something else on her mind.In the end I groaned. "Lauren spit it out what is it you. “Tippy” was one of those female lawyers that promised you everything but only gave up one tiny nibble at a time. She was appealing enough in a cute sort of fresh and innocent way, but I discerned the hardened attitude under her façade of bubbly charm.Something was whipping her up into an unusual early morning frenzy and watching her was like watching a killer whale driven berserk by jettisoned “chum” on the surface of placid waters. The other defense lawyers were concentrating on getting their.