She had brown hair and a stern face. Her body was strong and thick, and her bountiful chest, though it was wrinkly, still attracted glances. “Mornin..., Anne.” He began to walk past, but then Anne stopped him. “Mr. Sloane, the Chief is here. In your office.” She said, whispering. He nodded, and then took a breath before going in. “Nigel! How are you this morning?” There was a man spinning the globe on his desk that he recognized to be his boss, Mr. Charles Pike, the Chief of MI6. “I’m doing well,. Here’s what happened…It was a Saturday morning and I was busy preparing to go to school. I had a bath and came out of my room and then passing by my Auntie’s room I saw something. Her room’s door was half open and I was able to peep inside it. I suddenly noticed my Aunty coming out of the bathroom after having a bath.She was brushing her hairs. What stunned me was the fact hat she was wearing a skimpy, almost transparent low v-collar shirt with an equally transparent skirt hanging up to around. That was a big mistake. I heard myself gasp and passed out from the pain.Hours, or days later, I swam to the surface again. This time it was quite dark, and I thought I was alone. For a little while I checked out my body.Arms – left and right – check. Wiggle them around a little – check.Legs – same thing – check.Hands, finger, toes, feet – all check.Eyes - open and look around. See what I could see – Check.Voice? Maybe not – yet. But let's try and see. "Oh my aching head," I said, and heard a. ..The noise of the car door slamming suddenly drags me back into the landof the living and the sane. I hear the sound of Wendys heels on thestone flags as she walks across the drive towards the front door andenters the house. As she climbs the stairs towards our bedroom I feelthe familiar stomach churning mix of excitement and fear rising inside.The bedroom door opens and I see her silhouetted against the frame,impossibly slim long legs accented by the Laboutin patent black courtheels she wore.