After about three interviews, I realized I was going to have to go elsewhere. Word had gotten out and the women had time to think and formulate answer... they thought I wanted to hear. All I wanted was the truth, what I was getting was a sanitized version of how they wanted their relationships to go. I did learn a few things from them. I probably learned something from every woman I talked with.I got creative. I went to coffeehouses, different bars, colleges, churches. I even went to two. He had a big smile on his face. I started to wonder what's on his mind. I started to have dirty thoughts and it gave me a boner. James looked at me when my boner started to form a tent on my shorts. I noticed that he was watching me so I ran into the bathroom feelling embarrased. "Hey, come back here. It's okay!" James shouted."Okay." I replied then got out of the bathroom with a red face.James got up and he lay on the bed and smiled. Oh, that smile again. It really turned me on and made me. He picks up a thin dossier from the solid oak-desk in front of him. It says "Report on Secret Agent Anna Smith" on the front page. He opens the dossier with a stern look on his face. The first page contains a set of photographs taken with a telescopic lens.A stunningly beautiful blonde woman is stretched out on the sun deck of a luxury yacht. The first thing he notices is her amazing body, tall and slim with long legs and an expansive bosom well exposed by a skimpy white bikini. He can't see. Goodbye and good luck to the three of you."She started to move away, but Gwen seized her arm and tearfully begged her forgiveness."I do things sometimes, I'm so ashamed of afterwards"She stood upright, held her hands by her sides and invited the lady to knock her senseless because it was no more than she deserved."No, my dear. You've acquired enough injuries for one day. It would give me great pleasure - believe you me, but if I can't do it in a fair fight, then I don't want to do it at all..