The money is good though. It helpspaying off mortgage and my brother's education. Plus Lyla's not that bad.True she has a bitchy attitude but she's ok...ay."Max leaned back, not saying anything. "Enough about me. You still didn'tanswer my question," Ivy asked.Max looked at her and said, "You mean my job." Ivy nodded."I don't know. This is the only thing I'm good at. Observing people,mimicking them. And mostly I disguise as women. That doesn't mean I'm apervert or transgender or a transvestite.. She pulled up a blank document and began to type. First person perspective, combination of her own experiences and those created entirely within the fertile fields of her imagination, cute notes at the end critiquing performances, perhaps a few notes between chapters set aside for her thoughts on various sex-related subjects. She decided to write each story as a separate chapter, and then arrange them in the most sensible manner when they were all written. Next, Cyn began on an outline. She. He then ceased kissing me for just a moment to look into my eyes. The sight I saw was one I'd never seen before, and I had a feeling my expression was the same: Love. I closed my eyes as he came in and kissed me again, this time sweet and loving along with passionate and hot. Then I felt him enter me. He came in slowly, inch by inch, until he was completely inside me and I had to break our kiss to breathe. "Oh God, Jeremy. Oh yes." He very slowly pulled out, until only the tip was still in, and. Jess had stopped shooting when the people had dropped behind the levee, so there was no shooting from our side. The other guys quit shooting pretty soon thereafter.That encounter woke us up. We had drifted into a complacent shell as we had moved into a better looking countryside, but those shots at us were a convincing indicator that this land was a long way from peaceful. Either those guys on the bank were bandits or they had been bothered by river pirates. It made no difference to us because.