He downed his third cup of coffee as he opened the door to his and Agent Heffner’s office. “Find anything new, Janet?” He asked, closing the doo... behind him.Agent Heffner sighed as she dropped the papers she was reading. “Nothing but this disc.” She presented the DVD to Agent Johnson, the words ‘Fuckland: Commercial’ written in sharpie across it.“Well, let’s see what kind of hell we’re dealing with.” Agent Johnson declared as he took the disc from Agent Heffner. He inserted it into the player. "I drove Tracy over to my parents' on Sunday and returned home. I had a few days to think things over and to try and make plans for the future.Ten days later Tracy called: "Grandma is driving me home tomorrow. I'll be home about 6.00 pm." She sounded fine, and maybe even happy. Well, if this visit made her happy I'll have to include my parents in my future planning for her.At 6.00 pm sharp Tracy was home. "Grandma wants to talk to you. She is waiting outside. Take your time, Dad, and let off. “When you are a famous musician, they need footage of the early days for your retrospective rockumentary!” I sold the idea that this was just the start of a multi-part series of “Before” footage to be shown when Erica was rich and famous.She almost bought it too, but then Barry jumped out and started rapping.“I am Big Tasty! And I am here to say! When you see my dong! You can’t go Wrong! I am Big! I am Tasty!” as he danced around and fired his fingers in the air like six gun pistols. He was. "Were you just thinking of Wendy?" I guess, so is that a yes then?" Sure, but are you staring at my bosoms now?" What, no," he objected, looking away from me. "If anything, it goes back to what I said before, you're beautiful, and if you weren't my sister, I'd want a crack at you, that's all," he explained, before his eyes came back to my chest.I watched him check me out again, but I didn't bust him at that time. I clenched up my body right then because I didn't know how to feel about that.