“Fancy seeing you!” I said. “I only live round the corner,” he said. “ Can you walk?” “I think so, it’s just a bit sore.” “I have ... deep heat stick at home,” “I bet you do!” I said, a bit too loudly. “Pardon?” He said with surprise in his voice. “Oh nothing, yes that would do the trick.” I had my skin tight black jogging pants on and because it was not too cold - a white crop top. Steve who was having a good look again, was wearing a navy hoodie and black shorts. His legs looked so toned and. She picked the photo up for closer inspection. Short brown hair soft green eyes and that smile. She could feel that tingle in her whole body again as she tried to make out thru the swimming trunks what his boy toy may look like. She could feel her own juices starting to run in her inner thighs. She had only wore her pajama bottoms and an old navy shirt since it was a over night sit. She did not want to lose a bra or her underwear. As she focused on the groin area in the picture she began to rub. But then she opened them again and the math’s work in her book was right where she left it, and James was back at college. Sighing Anya did her work the best she could until the bell rang, racing out the classroom she practically threw her books into her locker before streaming out the school and into the parking lot. As always James’s 1967 Chevy Impala was waiting, its engine slowly purring like a Great cat. Opening her normal door Anya didn’t think to look before she sat down, only to find. Thefacts have been verified, although no explanation is offered. CIA Document 63-057-A09-1553The following transcript is from a conversation conducted within theoffices of the Public Document Analysis Section; Building C-5, Room 218;Langley, Virginia on 14 August 1963. Names and other identifyinginformation have been deleted. The participants are identified only asVoice 1 and Voice 2.Voice 1: Good morning, sir.Voice 2: Good morning, [deleted]. What have you got for me now?Voice 1: A.