"Erik, whatever is the matter with you?"He blinked, looked at his raised hands, lowered them and then chuckled with obvious embarrassment."I ... well,...I ... it is just..."He stopped, cleared his throat and began again."I do apologize Madame Helen, but I am unused to quite so much ... uh, um ... conversation."His voice trailed off and his face flushed crimson.As the woman cackled with delight, her visage wrinkled even more than it had previously."Yes," she spat out between guffaws, "I do suppose. Discrete, won't it?", I asked, nervously."You have nothing to worry about, sir", came the practised reply from a young female voice, "we've been in this business for a long time. Our clients choose us for our discretion, and of course the quality of our cars." I sighed with some relief. "That's nice.. so, I wasn't able to see a picture of the car online..." You don't need to be concerned. You filled in your preferences, and we will make sure we find the perfect car for you. Our car will meet. Mark indulges our every fantasy and we both love him. It was at a Halloween party that we met Mark and Wendy and I enjoyed his company tremendously. Mark is about forty years old and is very sexy. He isn't a Greek god but there is something about his physical presence that I am attracted to. Yes, I like guys! He is only about 5 foot 8 inches tall and he shaves his head. A cute goatee makes him look very distinguished but also helps him mix with the "Gen-whatever" crowd. Mark carries just less. She begins to stammer for another polite exchange, but is interrupted by the slightest of coughs by the Administrator."Miss Pauling?" the woman in purple asks, but does not wait for a response. "Leave."As the overworried young woman scampers out of the room, you look up to the Administrator again. She wears a blank expression and does not look into your eyes, instead gazing far beyond you with a fixed glare. You wear your cordial smile still, but know that the formality is lost on this.