Not just her height. Thoughshe sported a beautiful manicure with long red nails, her hands seemed abit large. I at first attributed this to her height...But her voice was somewhat odd as well, It was feminine yes but with astrange undertone. Perhaps I was thinking too much."In looking over your resume, Ben, you seem to have all of thequalifications for this job. There are however some things you need to bemade aware before I hire you."She was very matter of fact."Coxson and Dicster was founded. Robert flinched as his friend belly-flopped into the water.A second later, he burst out into laughter when Jason stood up. Half of his face and his arms up to the elbows were covered in the slimy black muck from the bottom of the pond. He was still cracking up when Jason dunked his head to wash the stuff off his face."Ten for sticking that landing," he said between bouts of laughter."Yeah, well stick this!"Rob dived as soon as he saw his friend lift the handful of black scum. He swam toward the. It allowed us to leap ahead, to anticipate. And that’s how we caught our suspect.”Sandra Fleming lifted the ribboned medal above her head, “Vanessa Henderson, it is my honor to present you with the rarely-bestowed FBI Civilian Genius Award. You have more than earned it.”A lot of applause, some damp eyes.Vanessa was radiant. She usually is.Of course, no one mentioned that the FBI had been tracking European noir ever since Vanessa and I first brought it to Sandra’s attention. Nor was the fact. I hear the door being shut. There's footsteps towards the living room, and another set of footsteps heading towards the door of my dungeon. I stand at the bottom of the short stairway, looking up to the door when I hear that sound I love to hear, my Mistress unlocking the door...The door swings opens, and there's my Mistress looking like a beautiful goddess as she stands there looking down to me wearing her pink see-through nightie with only a little black set of her bra and thong to cover up.