As the door closes behind him he draws the vacant chair up to the table and sits down sliding an unopened packet of Marlboros toward the nervous young...man. ‘Shouldn’t there be two of you? I mean, you’re the good cop, right? So where’s the bad cop?’ The young man’s bravado does little to hide his disquiet and doesn’t stop him reaching for the cigarettes. ‘Firstly Mr. Landis, I’m not a cop. I represent the NSA, that’s the National Security Agency –’ ‘I know what the NSA is. You still work for. . She asked me yes, I told her that I came to know that there is a room which u want to give on a rent… she said yes we have one spair room alright but we like to give it to family persons and she asked me ru married..I wasnt married that time, so I told her that well im not married but dont worry I wont stay here for long time I need the room for just couple of months and I would stay out in the office on most part of the day and i wont disturb u either..she think for a while and then decided. “I just have to show you what I did!”She pulled me upstairs to her “studio”, which is what she’d started calling the guest bedroom. There were two easels set up. One of them had a partially finished oil painting of a landscape on it. The other was covered by a drape. I was used to the clutter of art stuff in the room. All I did was sleep there, occasionally, and didn’t spend a lot of time in that room.“Stand over there,” she said, pointing to a spot about seven or eight feet from the draped. Where I point it”What could I do? I tried and pushed and managed to squeeze a few drops out, and then the stream started. Anna pointed the stream at her thighs and then up towards her tummy and tits. There wasn’t much piss, but it made her pretty wet.“Now, do yourself up and come inside and fuck me” she said.So there we went, Anna with her titties showing through her wet shirt and her denim skirt dripping, and me with my jeans a very different wet-looking colour above the knee.No sooner had we.