But, as the word spread, I heard that they were with relationship trouble and they were, ahem, experimenting with stuff. You know, sexual stuff. I was...shocked when hearing that because when I was with Bill, we never made too much different stuff. And of course I knew Anita is too much of ‘goody-two-shoes’ kind of lady. But, as much as I thought about it, it opened to me a strange idea to try to add my ‘input’ to solve their problems.I was invited to a party at the Country Club, and Bill and. It's the smell and sounds of sex where I find the greater joys. A girl can close her eyes, pretend the world is blind, but there’s nothing to do against the obscene symphonies and scents of bodies. She blushed when a soft, deaf fart, smelling of sour milk, escaped from her guts and at that moment I knew she was ready for something bigger, more vicious than fingers. At it may seem obvious by now, I’m against enemas. They make the experience too clean, too aseptic. They make sex seem plastic. I. I wasn't entirely awake."Yes, I'm Agent Davis," she held up a wallet with an FBI badge. I rubbed my eyes and looked again. The letters stood out in bold relief against the white card."Is there something I can help you with?" I asked, stifling a yawn. Why would an FBI Agent be at my front door?"Are you Ral Setton?" she asked, pulling down her sunglasses. With the morning sun glaring at me from behind her, I couldn't see much.I nodded. "Yes." May I come in? I'd like to ask you a few questions."I. I'd been having second thoughts about doing it, but then I thought, "You've gone this far, no sense backing out now."I ignored Mindy's eyes as I pulled off her halter-top and slid her shorts off. I took the flip-flops off her feet and then stepped back to look down at her. God, she was beautiful. I had no idea what tomorrow was going to bring, but I was pretty sure I would never see her this way again so I got my camera and took several shots of her before putting the camera away and.