." Hey, don't apologize. I've been very busy these last couple of weeks myself. I just thought if you weren't doing anything tomorrow, we might..." Um...mmm, yes, tomorrow sounds fine. How about lunch?" You read my mind. How about Alfredo's over on Rosemont?" Ooooh, now who's reading who's mind. They have a house salad to die for." Okay, tomorrow it is. Say about twelve-thirty?" I'll see you then."Sondra felt conflicted as she hung up. Her curiosity, especially the erotic overtones about the. Fitzsimmons, so you are interested in our little ad.”“Yes sir, I was just wondering what position it is for.”“Oh, I’m sorry, I think you misunderstood. We are looking for people to test a new medicine that we are developing.”“Uh, I see…that is not exactly what I had in mind, thank you anyway.”“No problem dear, if you change your mind just come down to our office tomorrow at 11 A.M.”“Okay doctor.” You can bearly stifle the laughter as you hang up. Seriously, medical experimentaion. You are not. “Me? Pffft you’re falling over in your seat.”“You’re the one hitting on our host!”“You’re the one—”“Girls, girls, believe me, your honesty and joyfulness are a wonder and delight.” Her chuckles were sultry, and her gaze almost predatory. “But, yes, my breasts are real you silly imp.” The goddess lowered her gaze, eyes wandering, considering, before she looked back to the two girls. “Perhaps, you would like to confirm?”“ ... w-what?” they said together.“Would you like to see for yourself?” The. "You managed just fine, back at the bar, the way I remember. It's onlyfair," she said. "You really kind of led me on. How big a deal could itbe, a guy like you?"I reached, picked up the dead-looking mass of curls and clapped it on myhead."There," I snapped. "Happy now?"She leaned over, pulled the wig into place, ran her fingers through tofluff it out. She leaned still farther, nipples brushing my chest, took alipstick from her nightstand, came back to paint my lips again. Back onher haunches,.