You have had a private detective agency following me for sometime, now. Call me Ben," I replied and held out my hand to shake hers.She hesitantly put ...er hand forward and I shook it firmly and let go."Please sit, Ma'am. The question is, what can I do for you? You have had a firm following me for some time. While I have nothing to hide, I do find it a bit annoying," I told her as we seated ourselves."I must say, this is somewhat surprising," she told me in a soft voice, still unsure of. There were no things like counsellors for that sort ofbehaviour at that time. Even if there were, my parents would neverhave contemplated that sort of help. To them, I was just eitherstupid or bad and this sort of 'nonsense' had to be forced out of me,which of course, never was. In other words I was forced to change theway I felt and I can tell you it was difficult, no impossible. Isuppose as the years passed, and while I was still living with myparents as the only child, feelings like that had. She had long brunette hair she usually wore in either a ponytail or in pigtails and what appeared to be medium sized breasts, 34 or 36B's if my judgment was correct. "Well I guess we could take some shots and see if you like them." Oh Mr. Washington, that's fantastic! When could we do it?" Well we'll need at least three hours for a proper shoot. If you wanted to use my studio we could do it tomorrow, how's that?" Well is there any chance you could take outdoor shots? I've always thought that. Two men were talking in front of a large, open door. One, a tall and muscular guy, had his back to Clara and didn’t see her approaching. She, however, saw him handing over a large wad of money to the other man whose black suit was draped over his shoulders like a cape.Just as she was about to enter the pension, the James Bond car drove by with its engine roaring and disappeared around the nearby corner. Whatever took place back there on the other street seemed strange, but Clara just shrugged.