Now she still thinks her figure wasn't perfect but that's normal.She was perfect for me, five foot five with a curvy figure of 37-26-38 with a C cup. ...he was so shy about her body that she didn't even own a bathing suit, or shorts or sun top or anything. Sex was definitely in the bedroom with the lights out; things had to change.That change started to happen when I found an Internet site on hypno sex, all fiction of course, but it made me think there might be something in it. The principles are. The trainers led him down the hallway, past the mirror. He almost didn't recognize himself. He saw a man who looked like a Greek statue. Every muscle was sharply defined. His cock even looked larger. The cuffs felt normal and his nose ring looked sexy to him. He was no longer humiliated by being naked and as his body grew more and more sculpted, he was proud of it. Unknown to him, he had been given Human Growth Hormone at every meal. The trainers took him to the elevator and they rode up to the. Everything up to and including the ubiquitous black helicopters.Actually, we could get our hands on a suitable looking all-black helicopter via a distant family cousin who lived in West Plains. Since I had carte-blanche for this operation, I scrounged up a secure disposable cell-phone and gave him a call. Getting a nice 'family business' discount, I arranged for him to overfly the area at least twice a day, being seen to linger conspicuously in their area. Preferably also to be seen with. Billie Anderson, my coworkerand I exchanged glances as if to say 'what got into her?'In a moment I heard Penny trilling my name."Well, Danny," she began with uncharacteristic eagerness, "you must tellme everything. Omit no detail however small." Was this the same Peggy,the dispenser of sage advice who had urged me to take things one step ata time? If there was one thing that I had learned in working for Pennyfor the last three years it was this: always, but always answer herquestions.