I looked at Sondra, who had an enigmatic smile on her face. "I can see where you might go $200 for this," I remarked, "whatever you have here is bett...r than anything else I've seen in the market. But I can't see $325."Sondra smiled openly now. "There are some features that aren't immediately obvious," she responded. "Janice!" The bookkeeper approached. "Please take your place in the chair so Mr. Porlock can see how it works." Janice had that odd look on her face again, but merely replied,. “Just a second, I’m looking for something to put them in.” I said.I decided that I had very little choice but to do it so I kicked off my shoes, quickly stripped off my pants peeled my panties off, pulled my pants back on, put the panties into a fast food bag that was on the table, quickly opened the door, handed the bag to Kshitiz, and closed and locked the door as quickly as I could.“Thank you, and don’t forget, next Friday I’ll be back.” Kshitiz said.I sat on the floor propped up against the. She was about my height, 5’10, with a Lindsay Lohan body type. Skinny freckled legs, a healthy, but not unappealing amount of belly-fat, and rather large breasts. Her face, unlike the afore mentioned Lohan had a rounder, friendlier look to it, and her cheeks spread even further when she smiled. Her hair was the blackest thing I’ve ever seen and ran about four inches past her shoulders. She was a fun-loving person (who isn’t) with a definite unpredictable wild side, yet she had this tone of. It was time to be Megan, the Helper, not whatever I had become in the last few weeks. Katie looked at me, panic in her eyes."What do you mean? We can't just let her die! Oh please, don't let her die!" Katie was getting hysterical. I grabbed her and shook her, hard, to get her attention and make her listen. It worked."Katie! I will not let her die. But you have to promise me you will never tell anyone what you see. Close the door and promise me and I will save her! Promise me, Katie!" I had no.