I went back and added the information to my report in the computer, but as an addendum at the end of the report and resubmitted it.Saturday, the femal... agent who had been with us came to see me at my apartment.“Hello, Cook, what’s up?” I asked on answering the door.“I need to talk to you about that case,” she told me, as she pushed past me and into the apartment. Cook was a very pushy woman.“What about it?” I asked.“You have to change your report and get off this Magic kick. You have to put it. She couldn't have him appear in frontof Mrs. Pettigrew tenting his uniforms. It would be disgraceful. Far tooembarrassing, and downright silly, too, for a maid to have erections...Erections had to stop; orgasms had to be a thing of the past, he'd ruinhis clothes otherwise...And then Linda launched one final indignity against him, one last nailin the coffin..."We'll call you 'Miffy,'" she oozed, her eyes playful but quite serious,too, as she tried out a new idea that had just occurred to her.. She had thought he was releasing her, and when she realized her mistake she objected."How come?" she demanded. "How come, Jim?"He flushed. "Hate to admit it, but there's something about having you helpless that really turns me on! You don't mind that much do you?" I... I guess not," she whispered. She knew he would be gentle with her. It would be a little bit like her fantasies of being raped. Maybe she'd like it better than simply making love. "No!" she said, correcting herself. "No! I don't. I saw other lads who were at school with me with young beautiful women hanging around with them, but then again I could buy anyone of them if I had wanted to. I had found out very early that anyone can be bought; it was just the price that one offered.So when I was told of the tragic death of her husband and two children I called around immediately, and have stayed in their home right up to the funeral. Now here I was lying beside my dream woman, I didn't care if we were fully clothed or not..