TER General Board
I was laughing when my new client said that there we hundreds of officers in the lobby and surrounding the building. Yeah, "mmm-hmm" as I fondled his package and massaged his torso for wires.
"No really! Did you get out today?"
"Nope, been napping, reading mail, and ordering room service."
"Well they are out there." He looked out the window. We were thirty floors up.
"They are after me!" I giggled. He looked nervous.
Uh-oh. I proceeded to get naked and he soon matched my removal procedure piece by piece. I made him instantly not nervous.
Fast foward many hours. (Must read the review later,) as I was leaving to go to the strip club there was armed security everywhere. All these agents were strolling around talking about who else in the class was at so-so's table, and who was going running in the morning. All the people looked normal. Really normal. Something was wierd here. Standard haircuts, dockers, and nobody was fat. Huh. I sauntered over to the board and read the chilling words: FBI Academy something or other.
Whoa.
This shit only happens to me.
-- Modified on 7/25/2004 6:27:23 PM
Smell and let die!
Cheers!