I would tell you more about my investigative work but the real story unfolded back home at a local laundry mat. As I was saying I remember it like it ...as yesterday. I had just gotten in from Morocco, couldn't sleep that nite. My battle with insomnia was winning. My clock is just ticking ever so slowly, creeping upon midnite So what else is there for a single agent in the city to do but laundry.There I am in the 24hr wash n go when I saw him. He was tall and bald. He had this body that just gave. .yup you guessed it, Cyndy rules! Hey I'm looking at my thumbnail and it looks like alicia silverstone. I mean it looks like that expression she makes when she pouts. Wow that's so cool. See its stuff like that Cyndy wants to hear. So she's got the place all wired up with tape recorders and stuff and she listens to this at her leisure cause she likes to listen to me talk about her and im like totally into it. I mean who wouldn't be its like so cool to be under her control. For instance. "Hey Mrs. Johnson," I said, breathing heavy because I had jogged to her porch all the way from my car. "Good morning, David," Mrs. Johnson said. She was wearing a robe that didn't do very well at covering her soft, beautiful tits. She had a scar from a surgery she had years ago, I couldn't remember what it was for but Alan had told me about it. Fuck, Alan, I forgot to check his messages. "Mrs. Blake said you needed some help?" I said, trying to sound casual but talking fast because I knew Carol. On one hand, I didn’t want the others to see me naked. On the other, I couldn’t let daddy check me either, and risk him finding me flawed or unappealing. Screw all the feminist ideals, there wasn’t a woman on this earth who didn’t want to hear that she was beautiful and desirable.Daddy took a deep breath.“Fuck this.”He seized me by the back of my neck as if gripping the scruff of a disobedient pet and threw me on my back across a wooden work bench. Several items clunked and clattered before.