“Gene, if you’ll follow Mr Stint.”“Yeah, sure.” I forced a smile. I stuffed my phone in my pocket. “My coat’s in my cubicle, I’ll meet...you by the front desk?”He agreed. I booked it to the cubicle farm and grabbed my winter gear. I rushed down the two flights of stairs to the front. He led me across the street.“Hey!” I was greeted by Carmine. She didn’t look like Faye or Gretchen, I realized. God, I was such an idiot. It was probably a brain tumor. Karma owed me a brain tumor. “You’re feeling. ’‘That sounds fantastic,’ Alex said.‘Yes, I think you might like it a lot. It’s hard to get to that area without a boat, but perhaps we could go with my friends. You have already met them. They’re nice people.’He remembered them, of course, and agreed with her. They had seemed nice indeed. A boat trip to unspoiled beaches with them did sound good, as long as annoying Rob wasn’t coming too.When they got to the main road and already saw the Mercedes in the distance, Louise stopped walking. Her. The notebooks contain the case notes: the physical descriptions of the exterior ass architecture and the intimate details of interior of same and, of course, a detailed recapitulation and analysis of the lovemaking.I've been thinking about computerizing -- using a digital camera and recording pix and notes on CDRs. Maintaining a home darkroom and writing everything down by hand is getting to be too much of a pain in the butt.Much more valuable than the pictures and notes is the knowledge base. Given his cocky attitude, I was feeling pretty confident that this guy was the real deal."Then get on your knees," he insisted, putting his hand on my buzzed head and forcing me firmly down to the floor. "And let's hope your best is good enough. Just to be clear, I don't fuck around with pretend cocksuckers, so don't expect me to be gentle."At eye level with his crotch, I could see the bulge of his cock through his heavy robe. It definitely looked impressive. I was so anxious, a throaty groan.