All at the same time."I had been thinking about Agent Woods, ever since I had heard he'd blown the cover. He didn't fit any agent model that I could s...e. There was something not right."Is it his father, or an Uncle, that keeps Agent Woods in the agency?" I ventured."You should be glad no recruiters are around to hear questions like that." I was thinking of joining the CIA, myself." Oh?" You said they have all the toys," I said with a grin.He chuckled at that and then got down to business."John,. She not only found stimulus, spur, incentive, but motivation as well at her duties, so she decided to volunteer for permanent social work. This woman had asked me for orientation about her thesis work, help her, and I began to lead her through this, until I had trouble in approving her thesis work due to lack of good argument to support it. I decided it would be better to act discretelly, watching her progress instead. At first, I'd refuse any involvement or messing. I was grateful for the hot shower;not only had I been wet and muddy, but it had been hard work more or lesscarrying the injured girl up to the school. I dried myself off and wentto get dressed again. I found that my own clothes had disappeared. Intheir place was a neat pile of girls' school uniform. I didn't want to befound with no clothes on, so, my heart pounding, I decided to put thegirls' clothes on. I stepped into a pair of pink panties, thinking theselooked (and probably felt) much nicer. " Well, since we're on the subject of names... " my dad said looking at my mom."Oh, all right," my mom said with a fake sound of impatience. Then she smiled at him before looking at me and saying, "Tim, your father and I wanted to know if you were going to change your name." Change my name? Oh... You mean from Brandton to Grodmen. Well, to tell you the truth, I have thought about it a little, but I'm kind of used to be a Brandton, you know? I guess I can change it if you want me to though... ".