I suddenly was pushed from behind and fell to the ground with the naked photos of me surrounding me. “What should we do with him?” I hear one ask... I listened to them as they discussed different ideas but when one picked up the pictures and said that he wanted to take them and hang them around the school, I began to plead for them not to do this. And then I said it. “I’ll do anything!” I plead. “Just don’t show them to anyone else.” Little did I know what I just did. “So you’ll do anything?”. I whirled around and called out his name. “Brett! What the heck do you think you’re doing?” His face turned instantly red and he turned to dash away but I told him to get back here! He sheepishly came into my room and stood in the open doorway. “I can’t believe you were spying on me,” I said. “Well, there must be consequences for this, maybe I should call your mom.” His head jerked up and I could see the fear in his eyes. “Well, maybe that won’t be necessary,” I said, “I think I can find a. She began to notice the tables strung out along the carport-shaded area. What was once parking for cars was now a roadside ‘used curios’ sale. Lynn rolled the cool can across her cheek and down her neck as she eased a step forward. She rolled her head around slowly then twisted her body realizing a good stretch was needed. She pulled the tab and opened the can drink. Gulped a swallow then licked at her wind and sun chapped lips. Lynn ran her fingers through her wind blown, shoulder length,. While waiting for the process to finish, I read up on the technical data for the stuff. A very versatile drug, deliver by any means you like, no wonder some of the old agents love it so much. One drop in his Martini, take him somewhere quiet, and while disorientated, pump him or her for the info; later he or she will remember nothing. Suddenly I had a flash, suppose you're not after information, but sex, how would that work. Everything I read supported my prognosis, I bet some of those earlier.