We sat together on my bed forabout an hour and talked about it. Later that night I researched on theinternet and that taught me a lot."I said, "I too ...ave looked on the internet and no one seems to be able toreally say why some of us do what we do but it just seems to besomethingthat is there and does not seem to go away. It is almost like anaddiction. So when did you see James dressed first?" That was a couple of weeks later. After our chat I had given him backhis box of clothes and then a. I mean, I don't know ... I was asleep..."Right hand gave more commentary as he was mopping penis off with some tissues. "It's not even pee, it's some other foul thing!" he said. "Sticky." Face it, penis" said left leg. "You're a gross, worthless little thing. John doesn't even need you -- Sally doesn't have a penis, remember way back when we saw her naked?" Yeah, and we saw it in books too," said right hand. "No girls have a penis, and they get by just fine."The very next day Sally and her. I stared far too long at her black boots, tiny denim skirt, silky pink shirt, busy brown hair and wonderfully full chest, but as soon as I locked onto her distracting hazel eyes she finally motioned for me to unblock the doorway. “I’m ready. Let’s do this before I lose my nerve.” She bustled in, giving me the distinct impression that she was covering her nervousness with bravado. I would’ve followed that perfect round and inviting ass to the ends of the world, but I only had to. I believed more in misdirection than it gun play. I lay in bed thinking about what kind of trail I had left. First of all my cover got blown with the rescue raid at the vineyards. The officer in charge of that raid was so wrapped up in saving my ass, he wasn't trying as hard to cover it and that was okay, I was blown anyway.Then for some reason known only to god. he told the press their had been an under cover agent in the compound, when it caught fire. And that she was a loaner from the Warren.