Ok?’ ‘We ran around Tuscany together for years and we never had any teenage lust for each other.’ She let that hang out there for a long minute....‘I realized at dinner that you are handsome and smart. I asked myself why we never dated back then. I’m interested in you. Are you interested in me?’ ‘Are we poaching on either side? I haven’t had a woman friend in over a year. They can’t stand my lifestyle.’ ‘I’m a dull PhD student grinding it out with uncertain prospects and no boyfriend.’ She turned. I was supposed to marry their son.I always thought I was good looking being 5’4” and very curvy. I know that I had great tits, because I would often find men staring at them, and why wouldn’t they? I was a double D, and had a tiny waist making them look even bigger. I always thought that I had a big ass but I had often found men staring there as well. Even though I would consider myself good looking my betrothed never even seemed interested me. We had gone on a few dates but most of them ended. Clark would be no different from all the others and as much as I hate to see a grown man cry, I don’t get paid until they see the evidence. However, I was wrong about him and you just can’t believe how much a detective hates to be wrong. Usually you give the client the photos and they may look at one or two but once the reality sets in they’ve seen enough. Mr. Clark looked intently at each shot studying every detail with what almost seemed like delight. ‘Very good work, Mr. Rodgers I’ve got. Not only were the women hot, they were also exceedinglyfriendly and tactile. They hung on every word the men said, stood overlyclose so that their breasts and hips rubbed against the Agent's bodiesand ran their hands over their muscular shoulders, arms, chests andthighs in a very familiar way.Both Merton and Anders were married and knew each other's spouses wellfrom socialising off duty. However, their wives were as far from theirminds as their duty in this situation. Merton grinned at.