Returning with a reflex hammer, she began to tap his knee. "Look," she said quietly, "all you can do at this point is cooperate. Just do as you're tol..., and they'll make it easier for you." "Make what easier?" he asked nervously, the nurse moving to his other knee. "There was this woman at the bar. Abby. She's involved, right? Where's she?" "I'm sorry, Michael," she said, jotting down her findings. "But to them, you're just a piece of meat now." A piece of meat? he frantically. "You slowly raise your thumb."Very good," she continues. At this point you realize she can see you, even though you can't quite see her. "The CFS has chosen you as a potential customer. Should you agree, any celebrity you desire, for any fantasy you have, we will provide. For a fee, of course." Why was I chosen?" you ask. For a moment, you consider the idea that even if she can see you, she might not be able to hear you. That idea is gone by the time she answers your question."Your Internet. One of the cheerleaders, named Amy, was just so pretty that I could never concentrate on the action for long. Amy was 5 feet, 5 inches tall with chestnut brown hair, green eyes, what I later learned to be 35 D cup tits and a body so toned that I doubt if she had any body fat at all. The only problem, besides her being smoking hot and me being extremely shy, was that Dave liked her too and he was doing everything he could to get her to be his girlfriend and it seemed to be working. Then one day. It was Aunt Stephaniestanding at the bottom of the cellar steps looking into the room.Uncle Bertie was lost for words.Candice wasn't."Oh God Aunt Stephanie he's gone mad! Ugg! Helpme you got to do something. Please!!!"Aunt Stephanie stepped into the room her eyes showing rage staring at herhusband."I've got the women's institute over for supper later! What had we agreedabout keeping this door closed and locked?" The woman chastised herhusband like a school mistress and her pupil. "I could hear.