I wondered whereJack was. Could Jack be in Janet's bedroom? But thatdidn't make any sense. But waking up in the wrong beddidn't make any sense either....As I was getting out of bed I noticed that I waswearing a very feminine gown. This was not what I hadworn to bed last night. As I stood up, hair floppeddown to my shoulders. "What the hell?" I muttered.I wondered if Janet had put a wig on me last nightwhile I was sleeping. I pulled at the wig, only ithurt when I did that. It seemed that it wasn't. ‘And why did you lie to me about your husband not allowing you to watch your special program online when you came to my house the first time?’ ‘One day,’ she continued, ‘ Dr. Boothe was explaining to me the different phases of hypnotic induction in therapy, and brought your college experience up as an example. He told me that he’d prepared you for an induction experience in a small frat group years ago, and while the induction had worked, you reacted so strongly against any idea of losing. The shirt can barely contain your breasts now, one more button should cause them to pop out. You reach up and undo the next button, spilling your bra covered tits out. I reach over and start to fondle your tits through your bra, as you finish removing your shirt. I lean down and kiss you, deeply, passionately. I then trail kisses down your neck towards the valley between your breasts as you undo the clasp of your bra, letting it fall to the floor. You moan as I capture your right nipple in my. ”“Sir, you should be aware that there has been an incident in Moscow. Well, it’s more than an incident as it was an assignation attempt on the life of the Russian Premier. Apparently when the Premier and our Secretary of State were leaving a building where they had been meeting, three gunmen from a country that is still to be determined attacked and started shooting at them. The Russian Premier’s and the Secretary’s security returned fire. The Secretary and the Premier both took cover behind.