One afternoon when it was already dark as the nights were drawing in Alan asked if I would go upstairs with him. I said sure and we went up into his b...droom. It was quite old smelling, it reminded me of my grandmas bedroom which I'd been in a couple of times. Alan said this was the bedroom he shared with his late wife and that he still had all her clothes. He explained that it would mean a lot to him if I would do him a favour. I asked what it was and he said that if I would put some of her. " Stop, Nina." She stopped unbuttoning her top and straightened up. "Turn around." She did so. Her top was open down to her belly button with only the bottom button still done up. I realized as I looked at her, totally bottomless with her top still on, that I hadn't even seen her topless yet. I'd fucked her up the ass, gotten the best blow job of my life from her, and I hadn't seen her tits. It was sort of funny, and, though seeing her like this did create a stirring in my loins, I really was. We found out and sent the boy in at the same time. Arranged for him to be housed down the hall, trained him to see past her human facade. All that work for nothing.’ ‘But you’re still getting inside information? Where do these shots come from?’ he asked, holding up interior images labeled as various rooms of houses belonging to her. ‘We get those photos from someone on deSoto’s team. He has a mole who is extremely close to her. We can’t get a bead on who exactly it is, but we think it may be. At any rate it was the last straw. He was doingpotentially irreversible damage to himself. It had to stop. So I marchedhim off to a psychologist and in turn a Psychiatrist. Something I wouldregret to my very core." Once there, he spouted out about how ever since he was very little hehad felt he was a woman trapped in a man's body and all that, andfinally he couldn't take it anymore. This flew in the face of everythingI felt I knew about him, and I couldn't believe it. But he was soadamant, and.