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The TG PA Chapter 1 I was single, looking for friendship, hopefully more. I was doing what I usually did - hanging out at bars and clubs. It was one of those nights when I couldn't seem to pull anyone when I saw him. I couldn't see what it was about him but I knew from that moment that I wanted to be with him. I was taken aback by my reaction - I wasn't gay, I had always been looking for a girlfriend, so why all of a sudden, this change. I noticed him sitting at another table, alone. He soon became aware of my eyes fixed upon him and he smiled, jesturing for me to join him. I accepted the invite and joined him. What went through my mind at the time, I struggle to remember but my answers to his questions came without even realising what the questions were. He looked at me and told me how attractive I looked - for a tomboy. We ended up talking, like a would be couple. He told me that I really needed to drop this tomboy image if I was to go on in life. He treated me as a woman - one who liked dressing as a man. He was asking me to dress more lady like, and I was AGREEING with him. He left me with a parting kiss and requested us to meet again. He gave me his card and two addresses that (he claimed) would help me look more presentable. I went home that night pondering his words. He thought of me as a woman, with short hair and boyish dress sense. I was beginning to agree with him, though I couldn't understand why. I looked in the mirror - my hair was too short, it definitely would look better longer. I would look better in a dress. Too bad I hadn't got anything to rectify it. I looked at the addresses he had given me. I was keen to meet up with him again, and it meant looking attractive. Tomorrow, I would go shopping. The following day, I stuck to my promise and went out to look for these places. All I had to do was tell them who had sent me (I had his card) and they would do the rest. The first place was a beauty salon. I felt unsure going in, but the woman who greeted me didn't flinch at my appearance. Upon showing her the card and telling her that she could help me, she took me to a room around the back. We talked at first, me introducing myself as Alicia (the name just came out). She told me that a full wax was first up. I stripped and laid myself down on the table and prepared for the waxing. She didn't seem to mind the fact that I had no noticeable female parts but had all the male parts. Within a few hours, all my body hair had been removed. She took me back to the front of the shop and had me place my head in a sink. She washed my hair, asking me if I intended to grow it (it will be much better long - so much more can be done with it then). Of course, I said yes. With the washing done, she did all she could to the hair I had to make it look feminine. Next up, I found myself being lead to a make-up chair, where she plucked my eyebrows, added some hair removal cream to my stubble and then proceeded (once the stubble had been removed) to add foundation, blusher, mascara and lipstick. She then went on to do my nails, adding extensions and painting them in the same shade of red as the lipstick. She then proceeded to pierce my ears, placing small studs in them and giving me instructions on how to look after them. Having looked in a mirror, I did look every bit like a girl with very short hair. I imagined my hair being longer - I found the though very satisfying, well my lower regions did. The only thing to break this pleasant line of thought was my clothing - still very much masculine - what I had worn upon arrival. I still had to wear them. I felt embarrassed at the thought of having to go outside in such attire. The salon assistant told me not to worry about the predicament too much, nor about paying. I ended up leaving the store as a woman in drag (I felt that way). The second address was quite nearby, and the streets were unusually clear, thus my apparent embarrassment didn't bear fruit. It turned out to be a fashion store, which at least meant I would be getting some more appropriate attire. As with the salon, I showed the sales assistant the man's card and explained what he said. She too wasn't taken aback by my appearance and showed me to the various departments, starting with lingerie. As with the salon, I didn't have to worry about paying. I was confused about the bras though, for I hadn't developed yet. Nonetheless, I was given bras that would fit me around my chest for now. All the clothes that we chose (I got to have a say in the design at least) were of estimated sizes. I must have ended up with at least a dozen outfits (I was allowed to wear one for the journey home), several pairs of shoes, a purse, a handbag and some nightclothes. I definitely felt better heading home in more feminine attire (my male clothes were placed in one of the bags - they would be dumped at home). They helped one bit further and arranged for a taxi to take me home. Back home, I took my male clothes and removed them from my drawers and cupboards and replaced them with my new feminine ones. I looked in a mirror at myself once more and admired the results of the shopping spree. That man was going to find me more appealing now. I just wished I wasn't flat chested. Feeling more confident anyway, I realised that there was one thing I was missing - I went to a nearby cosmetics shop and bought some make-up and a compact. I also bought some shampoo and conditioner from the chemists. After phoning up the number on the card, I arranged to meet the man again, same place as before. The night came just a few days after the first meeting. I went to check my make-up and noted that my hair didn't look as short as it did a week ago. It was still short, but it still seamed at least a centimetre longer. It was also thicker. I put it down to the conditioner - I heard that it did add volume to hair. I chose a dress and after some more tinkering with my make-up and hair, I went out to meet this man again. At the club, my eyes were attracted to him almost immediately. He was in the same place as before. He stood to greet me and we embraced. He complimented me on my new look (I told him that I had took his advice) and we started talking. He started talking about the firm he operated (thats how he could afford to set me up with new clothing and all). He offered me a position at his company with top money. I told him that I already had a job (I had taken some leave owing to my new appearance, and was worried about how to return) but he assured me that the offer would remain open to me. It now seem a good idea to quit my current job. I told him that I would think about it, and we stood up and said our goodbyes. But before we parted, he took me and kissed me passionately. I responded in kind and our tongues met. By now, I knew I HAD to quit my job. I went about quitting my job over the phone, saying that I'd received an offer of better employment elsewhere and I couldn't turn it down. They demanded that I put it into writing, then have me wait 2 weeks before I could receive my P45*. I phoned up the man and explained my position. He told me not to worry about it. My appearance was improving - my face was definitely looking softer. Even the body hair was failing to grow back, at least the dark hair anyway. I thought it would have started growing again by now. What was more - my nipples were itching. I therefore used the wait for my work documents to get more accustomed to my new lifestyle. My hair was growing at an above average rate - and it was turning a more chestnut colour. After 2 weeks, it was now an inch longer than before, and it was even looking more wavy. The itching nipples were a sign that my days of being flat chested were numbered. They had become darker and bigger too. But while they were growing, other things were shrinking. My panties were starting to fit better. My cock was retreating back into my body. My testes were practically gone already. The changes that had taken place were already making me feel better. It took 2? weeks for my works papers to come through. By then, some other changes had occurred. My voice was higher and more feminine. My womanhood was almost complete - my penis had withdrawn and had been replaced by a clitoris. My vagina was almost there. As soon as I saw it forming, I was at a urge to place my fingers down there, but when I did, I felt no sensation. The one change that took me by surprise was when, needing to go, ended up wetting the floor. From then on, sitting down was the only way. My breasts had grown to an A cup but hadn't given up yet. My now wavy chestnut hair had now reached halfway down my neck. I phoned up the man the very afternoon I got my papers. He invited me down to his office (he gave me the address and time) for an interview. He said that though the job was mine, he had to do the legal and have me take the interview anyway. I was deternined to look good and went to the same salon I went to over 3 weeks ago to have my hair done. The owner was impressed with my longer locks and was able to do more with it, though she still thought that I should grow it longer still (not that I was arguing). The day of the interview arrived. I aimed to look my best, even visiting the ladies to make last minute adjustments to my make-up. When I got to his office, he was soon at the door to welcome me. He soon told me what my job was to be:- his personal assistant. I was to help him in all his workload and to be on hand whenever he needed me. I soon got a taste of what was to come when he came closer and started caressing my leg. We were soon kissing passionately and I was soon down to my underwear. My female genitalia were starting to function - I was getting really wet down there by now. My hand instinctively felt his crotch and I could tell he was ready for the next stage. I was getting really horny and wanted him so badly. I unzipped his trousers and lowered his underpants to reveal his erect member. I momentarily admired it before putting my lips to it and swallowing it whole. I could hear him moaning above as I continued to massage it with my tongue. Moments later, he told me that he was going to cum. I allowed the jet of creamy fluid to fill my mouth and I greedily swallowed it. As he withdrew, I made sure to lick him clean. But he wasn't finished there. We went back to kissing as I now went about reviving his member with my hand. When he felt the urge coming back, he pulled my panties down to reveal my fully formed and masturbating pussy. I felt him penetrate me and moaned loadly, urging him to go deeper. He willingly obeyed and my pleasure increased, leading to my first female orgasm. There was no doubt in my mind - this was going to be one fucking enjoyable job. I was told that I would start the following week - I couldn't wait. I was told to keep my clothing formal looking, but couldn't help wanting to dress slight;y sexy too. My breasts were continuing to grow and had reached a B cup. My hair now tickled my shoulders and was beginning to get a natural curl to it. The job saw me working in a room next to his, with mainly secretarial work, announcing visitors to him through a comm on my desk, as well as sorting his mail. Of course, I waited for the moments when he needed me in person. Most times, he just fondled my legs or pinched my butt. Only on the odd occasion did he get round to giving me more "attention". This was the norm for the weeks to come. I was soon the buxom brunnette with D-cup bosom and hair to the middle of my back who was (with the exception of the highest client?le) on first name terms with him. However, this "perfect" relationship was not to last. It started when I had to answer nature's call. So, there I was in the ladies when a slightly older looking (but nonetheless attractive) red head entered. She turned to speak to me and asked me whether I was the new PA to the boss. Upon telling her yes, she told me that she was my predecessor. I apologised if being her replacement had upset her. She said not in the slightest, and seemed more interested in being my friend. She told me that we had to talk more, but in more friendly surroundings. We arranged to meet in the canteen, where we found a table and started to talk. After introducing ourselves to each other (her name is Kathy), we began to bond. She was very open and frank about herself, but seemed to question my story at almost every bit. She then, without hesitation (but quietly), whispered into my ear: "You used to be a man." "What?" I replied. "You used to be a man, and that is a fact," she continued, in a whisper. "What are you talking about?" I answered, trying to remain calm. "Your mind has been altered, you don't remember anything, do you?" My puzzled look must have answered her question. "The boss has been after the perfect PA to see to his "personal needs". I was his PA for a time and lets put it this way, I wasn't all he wanted. I found his sexual appetite appealing at first, but it soon became too much. It was soon clear that most of my job was to satisfy his mojo. I became a bit tired after a while, especially as the relationship had no meaning other than to keep him happy. I wanted him, no end, but there was never any love involved. I wanted a man who would love me truly. In this case, I was nothing but a sex toy." She sipped some tea and continued. "Well, it was becoming clear that he was getting my message, and that I was not meeting his demands to his liking. I often used the desk comm to listen in to meetings - I'm sure he was aware at times, but he never seemed to take much notice. I therefore tried to listen by standing by the door. It was around this time that I walked into his office when he was gone. I decided to go in and tidy the place up a bit while the chance was there. It was then that I noticed some papers on his desk concerning mind control. I read the papers carefully, discovering that he and some business partners had found a means of drug induced hypnosis. They could control a persons mind with simple suggestions after the same person had ingested the drug. I discovered that the papers had a note attached to them with "New PA" written on it. I knew from that moment that he intended to replace me with someone who would satisfy him more to his liking. I didn't know at the time that the replacement would start out as a man." I was startled by these comments about the boss I adored, but felt compelled to hear the rest of her story. "So, from then on, I realised that my days as his PA were numbered. I just didn't know when the replacement would arrive. I just so happened to return from my coffee break early - I had some paperwork to file, and was eager to finish it - when I heard him in his office speaking over the phone to someone. He obviously was unaware that I'd finished my break early because his talk was not overly quiet. He mentioned somethingh about meeting the potential candidate at a bar and that he would prepare to start the hypno therapy the next week. By what I heard, the 'candidate' had been frequenting the bar for some time. He managed to slip some of the hypno-drug into the man's drink while he wasn't looking. Then he had got someone to make the suggestion to the candidate, making him "attracted to him." There was a look of annoyance on her face as she talked now, the story was obviously appalling her. "I discovered that they had also come up with a way of changing a persons sex. They could do it with simple drugs. Along with the hypno- drug, they could make this man into the horny PA that he had always wanted. And that PA is you!" she finished, pointing at me. "I don't believe it!" I said sounding annoyed. "It's some good imagination you've got, but there is no truth that I used to be male!" "What if I can make you believe it?" she responded. "There is no way!" I answered, my voice rising. She opened her bag and pulled out some papers. "These are copies of the papers I found detailing the hypno-drug. I quickly copied them before he returned." I looked at them and gasped. Could this be true? Could I be under hypnosis? Could I have been male? It was impossible, I thought. Still, I decided to let her finish her "story". "I cannot help you return to being male, but I can help you reguarding the hypnosis. All you need to do is stop taking the drug." "But if I am taking this drug, how do I know when I'm taking it?" I responded, seeing how much she knew. "The likelyhood is that he is spiking your food and drink. Where do you take your coffee break?" "In my office, theres a coffee maker in there. Everything I need is there." "Well, then, it makes sense that the drug is being put into any of the items you use to make your drink. I suggest you get your drinks elsewhere, such as in the canteen here." Chapter 2 My name is Kathy, I won't say any more there. I used to work for a Mr Matthews, as his PA before he decided to replace me with someone more capable of satisfying his sexual hunger. Now I work in accounts on the other side of the building, a demotion of sorts, but better in a way - no nympho boss asking for "favours". Yeah, he loves sex. I do to, but not to his degree. There was never anything between us, and thats what broke us apart. I was just determined to make sure my successor was not used in the same way I was, especially after I learned of the special treatments she was going to get, or should I say "he". You know now that I was aware that Alicia used to be male, and now was every bit a woman. There was nothing I could do to help her in that field - she would be Alicia forever more now. I was determined to break this hypnotic hold that Mr Matthews had over her. Her life had been altered through deceit and I was keen to make sure her life wasn't ruined any further. After the talk with her in the canteen, I'd told her to take her own coffee into work but couldn't be sure on how much of a hold the hypno-drug had on her. Some of the suggestions made might contribute towards her continually taking it. There was also a chance she was taking some of the drug home with her. If that was so, and a good possibility, then I had to find out some how. The only thing was that she didn't seem to believe me to the fullest. The hypno-drug had been used well into making her believe that she had been born a woman. I decided to ask her if I could accompany her back home. She agreed and let me in for coffee. I couldn't think where to start - the drugs, if any, could be anywhere. I decided to ask her where she obtained her food supplies from. She explained that she got everything from a supermarket down the road. I thought about this for a moment, then went for a different approach. I asked her where she had been for clothes and make up. She showed me a paper with the addresses of a salon and a clothes store. Alicia must have acquired some items while she was still male. Anyone might have questioned a man wanting the works in a ladies salon. But then Alicia explained that she had been given a card by Matthews to show the people at both places. It struck me - it was a set up. Both places were in on it. The question was whether they were themselves hypnotised or had been paid off by Matthews. I reckoned on the latter. Matthews is never short in the pocket and after what I've learned already, bribes are small fry in his book. I responded by asking her if we could both go round for a bit of retail threapy - to both of the places she had been to. Naturally, she said yes - they did their homework right, no woman turns down retail therapy. We both entered the salon and were welcomed by the owner, who asked us what they could do for us. They seemed to pay more attention to Alicia, which made me suspicious. As we were both having our nails done, one asked us if we wanted drinks - I quickly answered no for both of us, which produced a dirty look from the assistant. Alicia turned to look at me, questioning my decision. I turned and whispered to her, making my suspicions known. The look on the assistants face had strengthened my concerns about the place - they were feeding her the drug in her drink. We left having had our hair and nails done, but without complimentary drinks. Alicia voiced her concerns. "What was that all about? I usually have a drink there," she snapped "Well, I thought that they are on the boss's paybook, they are being payed to keep you topped up with that drug. No, I'm not going mad, but if getting you free means keeping you away from these places then so be it!" I said, finishing with hint of anger. I had meant it, for surely, if the drug had to be readministered regulary, then the effects should wear off. The question was of course, how long before it did? If she wanted a drink, then she could have one at my place - at least there, the drink wouldn't be spiked. So, the clothes shop went a miss (I promised to take her to another shop later in the week). Trust me, I was keen on more clothes, but it would have to wait. Now was the time to wait for the drug to wear off, and see if any of Alicia's original memories survived beneath the programming. If so, then she maybe in for a shock. We sat down in my lounge and drank our coffees and talked. Her tales of her "past" seemed a little unbelievable at times - they had obviously conditioned her mind with false memories to hide her true past. And it wasn't long before the truth came out, for about an hour later, Alicia started to complain of nausea. I went up to her and helped her to her feet. I took her into the kitchen and gave her some paracetamol. After a while, she calmed down and looked at me. The lights were slowing switching on in her head. "I feel so, so , awful, like my head is spinning," she said holding her head. This action triggered a reaction which I was half expecting. "My hair! It's long! My hands, my nails! My VOICE!" "Calm down," I said, pulling her into a hug. "Theres some mighty big explaining to do, and it's gonna start now." So, it appeared that the drugs effect, along with all the suggestions, had worn off. Now Alicia's true mind was back - and it was struggling to come to terms with what had happened. I explained everything that I knew concerning Matthews and what had happened to Alicia since they had first met. She went to a mirror and looked at herself. "So, he turned me into a woman, a buxom nympho of a woman." "I'm so sorry for you, but as far as I know, you're gonna have to get used to that reflection. I'm not happy about what they did to you, but you've still got a life, if you want it?" "I cannot remember buying these clothes, growing my hair, anything. I'm now just a sex slave and.. oh what's the use?!" She held her head in her hands and broke down in tears. I put my arm around her shoulder and consoled her. "You are a beautiful woman now. Be thankful that he didn't make you look like a cheap tart. We've both been used by him and we both have reason to get even. Trust me, if we play our cards right, we can make him pay for his crimes against us." "But I don't want to work for a sex craved bastard like him" she replied. "At the moment, you don't have any choice, but just to be safe, take your coffee breaks in the canteen. You'll at least then won't be under his control then." "But, won't he know that I'm not under the influence of the drug?" "He might, though if you act as though you are, he might not. I think we can find ways around that." I said reassuringly. "And tomorrow, for it is the weekend, you have it to yourself, as do I. We can spend the days together. Welcome to the fairer sex, Alicia!" With that, she looked more confidant. "I suggest that you spend tonight here, as I'm pretty sure you've unwittingly spiked your own foods with hypno-drug, so that the effect will last the weekends," I added. She smiled and said, "You look awfully attractive. I think I might..." With that, she pressed her lips against mine. I had pondered lesbian affairs in the past but had never tried for one. Here was my test, and I responded by kissing back. I passed my hands through her chestnut locks and she did likewise with my own red hair. We spent the night making love to each other. I hadn't enjoyed sex like this in years, even if this was my first lesbian encounter. We slept in each others arms and woke looking at each other. This was of course, for Alicia, her "first" time after all her previous sexual encounters had been while under hypnosis. The smile on her face told me that all anxieties about being a woman were gone. For me, I had found someone I cared about and to love. The future for us, was planned. All that needed tending to was the present and a certain Mr Matthews. Chapter 3 My name is now Alicia. I cannot remember how I came to be this way but a collegue from my new job has told me how the company boss Mr Matthews used hypnotic drugs amongst others to turn me from a man into the "perfect" personal assistant. I was aware thanks to Kathy (my collegue and predecessor in my job) that I'd been living as a woman for a few months now, though due to hynosis, my true self was completely unaware. Mr Matthews had planned numerous ways to keep me taking the hypno-drug, in the hope that my true self would remain buried. Thanks to Kathy, the drugs had worn off and my true self had risen to the surface to find itself in a body it no longer recognised. We (Kathy and I) had gone to town to do some shopping and discuss our plans: Mr Matthews had crossed her too, by treating her as a sex toy too, like he had me. To keep me, me, we had gone to shops where I had never been before (the hypnotic suggestions had always made me go to certain places). We was in the food court having lunch when I suddenly remembered something, that Kathy had mentioned in her explanation. "The coffee at the salon! Do they suspect anything?" Kathy had stopped me having a drink there. The chance was high that the drink would have been spiked with hypno-drug. Kathy looked back at me and pondered. The question was obviously eating her. "So?" I added, hoping to hasten a response. "I suppose so, its hard to fathom. It is possible that they may tell Matthews, but if you were at home now, your spiked food would suffice instead. After all, the visit wasn't planned. If thats anything to go by, you needn't worry." "So, about what to do, is this spying bit gonna help?" I added hastily. "It will, in case he has anything else planned. Who knows what he'll do, with this hypno-drug he could control entire populations. Besides, we need to know if he and his collegues are trying to improve it - make it stronger." "Why?" I replied, though the answer hit me almost immediately. "They know that the drug needs to be taken regulary - they've been doing that to you. By making the drug stronger, they could reduce the number of doses required or even make the effects permanent. The best thing for you to do is to act as though you are still under the influence, then he won't suspect a thing." "So I should smuggle some drinks in to my office?" "Yes, and keep them hidden, so that he cannot spike them. As a precaution, empty the spiked jars and bottles over time to give the impression that you are using them. The deception must be flawless." We finished our meals and headed off to do more shopping. This shopping business is highly enjoyable. Becoming a woman isn't so bad after all, I would even say an improvement. So, for the weekend, I spent it with Kathy, who taught me all the finer points of being a woman. I was even given tips on how to act like the horny slapper that Mr Matthews had created, with Kathy playing him (not easy when she lacked certain bits). We still hadn't worked out how to get him back - though we did suggest giving him a taste of his own medicine by slipping him some hypno-drug into his drink. The day came for me to head off for work. I dressed as sexy as possible for formal wear and headed off, with a small jar of coffee, sugar and whitener in my handbag. As was the norm (I had been told), I arrived before he did. I sorted out his mail and put it to one side so as to give it him when he arrived. When he did arrive, I handed him the mail and planted a deep kiss onto his lips. "Good morning Steve!" I said in an overly sweet tone. "Good morning Alicia - your kissing is as good as ever. I think someone else would like a kiss too." He pointed due south and I managed to pass off a greedy smile (I had to want to do it) "But that can wait for a few minutes - but I'll call when I'm ready," he added I didn't really fancy it - my own mind still saw me as hetero, I would have prefered snogging Kathy instead. Like I had a choice. While I waited for the inevitable, I continued to sort out paper work, whilst also thinking of how to "use" the spiked items. Of course, these invites into his office were what I needed if I wanted to spy on him. As long as he though I was interested in draining his balls of cum, I was OK. About 15 minutes had passed when I got his invite. I decided to unbutton the top of blouse to advertise my breasts more (Go the whole hog, I thought). He bought it, as he quickly walked over and started fondling them. "My assets decided they wanted to see you," I said, my voice dripping with syrup. I was cheesy, but it was the role he expected. "I'm pleased to meet them!" he said, his voice was perverse. "But, of course, there is a more important introduction to make." With that, he pulled down his trousers and pants. The sight appalled me, but I had to play along. "Why, hello there!" I said, stooping down to meet it. I gently kissed the head. I couldn't turn back, and gently started caressing it with my tongue. Before long, it was all in my mouth and I resisted the urge to bite. He started to moan as it got bigger and the pre-cum started to trickle. I knew the rest - the main course had to be swallowed. As much as I hated doing it, I felt my own body respond - my pussy was dripping wet. He came shortly after and I swallowed reluctantly (though trying to enjoy it). He withdrew and then put himself away. "That'll be all, Alicia," he said, not seeming to care about my wet panties. I kissed him on the lips and left, doing the buttons on my blouse up again. I grumbled in my thoughts at how low he was. I was understanding why Kathy had had emough of him. He didn't seem to care about my feelings at all. I needed to wash that taste away too. I went and filled up the kettle and prepared a drink from my own hidden stash, though making sure the other items were on display (in case he came out of his office). I was basically left alone for the next few hours until I was called in again - this time to let him play around with me. This time, it was better, for I got to experience an orgasm. I left, feeling slightly happier, though still a bit repulsed. The day finished and I realised that in order to search his office, I would need him to be absent for a while. I met up with Kathy (a good distance away from the company building) and told her what had happened. She was understanding in every way. We arrived back at her place and kissed - how I preferred her to him. If this was the way each day would end, with Kathy and I embracing, it would make the sessions with Matthews bearable. But only until I could find any information on him, could I possibly put an end to it. Chapter 4 The days went by and I was still waiting for a chance to search Matthew's office. He didn't seem keen to leave it - he seemed as though he could do all his business from his desk. All I could do was try and listen in on to his phone calls via my comm, or hope that any visitors he had would prove any better. So, for the time being, the only time I ever entered his office was to personally hand him notes or to give him pleasure. I had by now come used to being a woman and was enjoying it mostly, though my sexuality had appeared to be unaltered - I still fancied women. Having Matthew's member inside me was the only thing that I enjoyed. Kissing him or giving him a blow job didn't, though my improving acting skills meant that he never realised that. He still thought that I was under his hypnotic programming and lived mainly to fuck him. So, my frustration was getting to me, though I could never afford to let it show. I stayed by my desk all day, with the only exceptions being to go to the toilet or to go to the canteen for lunch. It was at these latter times that I usually rendezvoused with Kathy and discussed the latest news. She too was getting a bit frustrated at the lack of opportunities I was getting. It made her feel uneasy, as though she thought that Matthews knew something was out of place and was waiting for us to slip up. However, it was a couple of days later when I got the chance I was waiting for - he had a visitor come by and hold private talks with him. I tuned in via my comm to see if I could eavesdrop. I carefully listened, trying to remain silent, so not to give myself away.