Atruck almost ran me over. An FBI agent, Sean Stafford, pushed me out ofthe way just in time. He was killed instantly. I guess I'm still shakenup over...it and feel guilty it was not me lying there and that I havebeen enjoying myself so much."Marina reached across the table and took my hand. "I'm so sorry, Amanda.That must have been terrifying. Let me take you home." On the way homeSean remained quiet. He had been coming to grips with this new life, andsuddenly everything seemed to lose their. His cheek flushed as the man gripped his face tightly, forcing him to look him in the eyes. ‘You,’ he spoke with a voice like steel and gravel, ‘you have the eyes of a storyteller. What stories do you hold inside that skull of yours? Or do I need to slice it open?’ The young man’s eyes went wide. His lips fumbled about, producing no sound. Finally, he found words, and spoke. ‘No! Uh, I—I had an idea for a story about a boy who grows up in a small village, but then he finds out he’s really a. I want both of you to get over there and do whatever is needed on the set. Keep your ears open and mouth shut. Don't openly ask or look for what our client thinks is happening. If it's real I think you'll see it soon enough. Roger Kleinsmith is the one who owes me and got you on the set. Don't question him or the job may be in jeopardy." Boss, there's no way that Mary Gifford would do something like that. Her husband must be nuts!" Oh, is that so? Have you been following her even before we got. .. well .... morning actually, she stumbled in at 7am. But yeah she stumbles in and falls onto the bed, there is nothing like being dead asleep and having a drunk pass out on you. So I have to get up and I half roll her onto her side of the bed, and her dress slides way up and I got a great view of her pussy. No panties. I saw her when she was getting dressed before she left, and she was putting on one of her sexier black bras with some tiny thong panties. I checked and her bra was gone too..