He used a keypad to enter a code and then walked through.“Good morning, Mr. Sloane.” Anne, his loyal, middle-aged secretary, said to him from behi...d her desk. She had brown hair and a stern face. Her body was strong and thick, and her bountiful chest, though it was wrinkly, still attracted glances. “Morning, Anne.” He began to walk past, but then Anne stopped him. “Mr. Sloane, the Chief is here. In your office.” She said, whispering. He nodded, and then took a breath before going in. “Nigel!. "I said, "Talking about it while I'm posing doesn't help."She said, "I know, and thinking about it while I'm drawing you doesn't help me, either." She came out of the bathroom and into my view, holding a hand towel and a small, opaque white, glass makeup jar, and a box of kleenex. She had a business-like expression on her face, all seriousness, and she said as she walked across the floor to me, "My fault. But the damage is done. So I guess I better do something about it." She stood looking down. Oh, I had some friends, but my social/sexual development was extremely limited to say the least. I really would use much stronger language but why do it. I'm sure that you understand what I mean. There were three things that saved me: my guitar, my youth group, and summer camp. I also developed an interesting quirk: recycling. This will be explained later on and you'll see what I mean.Guitar: When I was 14, I started learning to play guitar. I began with a junky 6 string that served me well. This is the only one that you will be permitted to havedeficiencies without getting demerits. Now run along and go make sureyour rooms are ready for my inspection. You have thirty minutesKittens."We scrambled to our rooms."Crap, room inspections? How are we to know what they expect?" I was onthe edge of panic but I had to keep it together for Marissa and Anya'ssake.We were straightening everything up making sure everything was dustedand just so when Nika rushed into the room. She ripped open.