When she returned she had some biscuits in a plate. She kept the biscuits on the table and sat besides me on the couch.Lady: So?Me: So what?Lady: R u ...going to show me or not?Me: We’ve hardly met, and I don’t think I’m going to take off my shirt.Lady: Well in that case let me just touch and feel your abdomen.Without waiting for my reply she leaned close and had her right hand and fingers across my shirt. I was sitting on her left. I was surprised and I sat up straight. Her hand was on my upper. He had been meeting with Arms dealers and was suspected of selling guns and missiles to them.We both had to wear smart clothes for the stake out -- I wore my Armani suit, white shirt and sober tie. Ziva wore a dark grey, tight skirt, a white blouse and a smart matching jacket. The room was the Chairman's suite and we had access to the executive bathroom.We used to take it in turns to use the toilet, and when it was Ziva's turn I playfully stood in front of her with my arms out to stop her. She. I hadaccomplished my goal and set up my practice in an old brownstonewarehouse where I lived in the offices on top with a store dedicated tothe T.G. Community and a restaurant where they could meet safely next tomy clinic. I had cashed in all of my scholarships to fund my practiceafter graduation, so I was quite well off financially. Although I didmiss my family.Then a week before our birthday, Daddy called and said that the familywanted to come out and see me on my birthday. How could I. 2.) My Toilet Fetish, achieved.The office Christmas bash started just after nine in the morning when plastic cups were passed around with champagne and freshly squeezed orange juice.Come lunch time, we were treated to a Christmas dinner at a well known eatery, and then onto a night club, still dressed in my morning clothes, with no time to go home to change.It was almost twelve hours since that cup of Mimosa, and possibly more than a bottle of wine and liquors, I was ready for a nightcap, of.