Can you do that for me?" Probably, but I need to know a lot more. Why don't you come to the office and we can talk about it? I should be able to tell ...ou what the chances are then." Yeah ... sure. What time?" I wouldn't have too much trouble shuffling my schedule."Let's say one o'clock this afternoon. Ask for Norm Spagnoli." Sure. See you then." I hung up, still wondering if my idea was going to work.I walked into the fairly modern offices of Discreet Services promptly at one. The receptionist. She was done crying, at least for the moment. ‘Hildy, I won’t believe it. Why should I? Don’t you think that I know something of you? I won’t believe it unless you can convince me.’ She snapped her head around and looked at him. ‘Well, I’m not a virgin, for one thing.’ She paused, but kept her eyes on him as though the revelation would be enough. It wasn’t, of course and Jim kept silent and waited for the rest. ‘When I was fifteen—a sophomore in high school—there was an exchange student from. Yes, they were nude all right. There was a full frontal of each of them, there was a full rear and a side view of each of them, and then there was a close up of their breasts and faces. The last three pictures were group shots of them facing forward, backwards, and to the side. I loved all of the pictures and asked her for more. Cynthia told me that I would have to wait until the next night.It wasn’t easy but I managed to get through the night by jerking off to pictures of my beautiful sister. Not that these bother me in any way.So I currently sit here, watching the waves. Being busy again to come to grips with the world. Which is what I mainly spend my time with.I faintly hear some kind of exhaust noise in the distance. It sounds a little like Anna’s old exhaust. I had wanted to fix it, but never got around to do it. It had a distinctive put-put sound, I remember it clearly now. The car I’m hearing in the distance makes the same sound which might or might not be a coincidence. I.