It appears your national intelligence agency is interested in you, Paul.”“Which one?”“NSA. They also don’t appreciate questions from their f...iends in MI-6.”“Oh?” I was not surprised Alison had contacts in MI-6, the British version of the CIA.“My friend was told in no uncertain terms to stay away from you. The term used was that you were a U.S.-only asset.”“I don’t know how to feel about that.”“Well, I don’t like it,” Jim said. “Something is going on and I’d like to know what.”“I’d rather it. Wendy had thought about tasting herself before but had always backed out at the last minute thinking it was dirty. Now she was to be given no option. Miss West guided her outstretched fingers into her hole. She slid them in and out several times. Each time they came out a thread of juice followed them, her pre cum escaping her vagina. Once Miss West was satisfied they were suitably coated in juice she pulled the fingers to her face and guided her middle finger into her waiting mouth. She. So two more classes and it would be back to good old home, in clothes.But first, I had to shower with a thousand naked girls. Well, maybe not a thousand, but in my case, dozens or a hundred is just as bad as a thousand. All were taller than me. Some not so much, some much more. I was wondering if it were going to be bad: I wouldn’t be the only one nude after all.However, in the girl’s locker room I was lost. One of the freshman in The Program with me, Donald, was here too but I lost track of. No interesting men to talk to and nobody to flirt with. I stood there, breathing deeply, warm water lapping at my toes. I realized that I could watch the sun disappear every night from this exact spot, for the rest of my life. But that wasn’t in the cards. In a few days I’d be back in New England, in the snow. In the deepening twilight, I caught motion near me. There were no towels or beach bags left on the beach when I headed to the water so I was a bit surprised. I looked to my left and saw.