"Fuck it Scott, come on!" He thought at last.He unzipped the tent and poked his head outside."Sweet Jesu!"There in front of him was the outline of his...house in Inveraray. It had worked! He glanced to the side and took in the fact that the 4x4 wasn't there so his precautions had been spot on, but bang went a lot of new technology.Scott looked again at the house and beyond it to the camp. There was something, he couldn't put his finger on it, but something didn't feel right. He reached behind. David was now over two hours late and hadn't called or left any messages. John's pacing increased, until he decided that he would have to go visit David to see what was wrong. His phone was just ringing, and the answerphone wasn't picking up."I'm going to have to leave you on your own Simone, uncle David is late and I'm getting worried, will you be okay on your own for a while?" Yes Daddy, I'll miss you, but I'll be fine, give David my love won't you." I will sweetie, I'll see you later"John. .When Mr. Paterson asked me to come over to him there was little I could do to stop my dick from getting hard at that very moment, being in my most "sensitive" phase of pubberty at fourtein. I felt it pitching a visible tent in my pants which made him do a double take as he took a moment to stare at my crotch. I looked down too, confirming that my dick had indeed created a tent which stuck out in front of me a good three or four inches! I blushed bright red as I looked back up at him only to. He told me that there were no other therapists who wereeven close to qualified for my problem and also had the necessarysecurity clearance. She was a spook, he told me. She had done hergroundwork as a post-traumatic stress counselor for the army, but hadquickly moved to the CIA to do behavior modification work, creatingcounter-insurgents from captured terrorists. When Dale had asked forpermission to find a therapist for my transition, she had gotten windof it, and had jumped on the.