She made it pretty clear there wouldn't be any time this weekend. She also said that she'd fixed the assembler bug. In the process of checking it over..., she found and fixed two more similar problems."I said, "If there's no machine time over the weekend, we'll just have to figure out something else to do."Sandy gently batted me on the arm, and then said, "I have an idea. I'll call out and order a pizza. In a few minutes, we can quickly slip into some clothes, and bring it and some sodas back. . In a way, she's an even betterfriend than the three guys I hang out with. Sure, we have less incommon, but there's more to being friends than simply sharing hobbiesand interests, right?Nonetheless, Rob, Neil and Lee are still my friends, so after I finishpacking, I grab my phone (my tablet computer having already been packed,of course) and log onto Facebook, opening a new group chat with thethree young men.'Hi guys,' I hastily type. 'Just FYI I'm not going to be around for thenext couple of. "Ms Morgan is ready for you, now," she said.Getting up, I walked over to the door next to her desk and entered theinner sanctum, wondering how they could afford such opulent offices whenthey charged next to nothing for their services."Ah, Mr Landry," said Ms Morgan, rising from behind her own desk to greetme, "I'm glad you could make it this afternoon."Fay Morgan was the owner and CEO of Camelot Connections, a pale-skinned,raven-haired beauty who radiated confidence and purpose. She was. "Sorry, you're a very pretty girl, just my type," Dana started clearingup the register. "By the way, if you don't mind me asking, how longhave you two been doing girl's night?" About six months now," Rose finally spoke, his voice a raspy whisper."I've enjoyed dressing as a woman most of my life. Then, well, Angiefound out, she encouraged me to be more open with her. After playingaround at home for a few months she talked me into going out with her.Things have been incredible with us since then,.