What? What are you doing? I said and moved to pick up my shirt. Um, well I, I just wanted to..um, you know. she stopped and made a face. Yeah? I sai...d and stopped trying to put on my shirt. We are cool, right? She said and I felt relief. Relief like never before. Yes. Hell yes, I wanted to ask you the same thing. Okay cool! Her face brightened up and she left, closing the door behind her. I got ready, less worried now. In 10 minutes I was down in the kitchen with my bag, all set to go. Cam. . and him! Girl-talk. It was so inviting. Yet he stillcouldn't bring himself to get fully into it or even allow himself toenjoy it. He had to wonder yet again, at what point in a sissy's life isit okay to just relax and let go... and truly let yourself enjoysomething like girl-talk. At what point? He wanted to... he just wasn'tthere yet.Mel closed the cover of the folder she had been working in and set itaside on her desk. She picked up the next folder to work on and paused. She was. “Yeah, I don’t think so. You see, in my experience girls really like to see me beating people up bad. Blood on the concrete gets them hot. That really sounds like a better idea for me. You had your warmup fun and blew it, now I get to do warmup my way. You can contribute. That is fair dinkum, isn’t that what you say? I mean, what choice do you have? Unless you have a lot of cash...”“Look,” he said, with a glance at where Erin was now farther from him. “Why don’t I just leave you two to work. ‘Hang on a minute!’ Harry pointed a finger at Greta. He had made a quick visit, using his key card to get in. Greta was watching the TV and she was caught by surprise. Before she had time to use the remote control to turn off the set, Harry noticed what she was watching. His eyes were fixed upon the screen and the CCTV footage of the market he worked on. Greta quickly turned it off and he looked at her. ‘What was that you were watching?’ He asked. ‘Nothing special.’ Greta found it hard to.