I was so touched.FBI Special Agent in Charge, Hank Morristown, had brought an FBI windbreaker for me. Dark blue with those distinctive yellow letters.... Nylon-lined sleeves, slash pockets, elastic cuffs.I know you can buy replicas anywhere, but this was the real deal.Daddy was riding shotgun in Hank’s plain-wrap borrowed from the Oakland office. Three Oakland FBI agents trailed us in another car. Which was itself followed by the three Oakland PD cars with four officers each.Right before he pulled. She looks incredible, just as he asked.She turns in front of the mirror, her hands moving over her body, feeling her curves under her touch, just as he said to do. She walks over to the dresser, repositions the camera, sets the timer and moves back into position.She smiles as the shutter clicks. She sets the timer again, moves back into position and turns as the shutter clicks again. He'd love this, seeing how the dress looks from behind. She imagines him sitting on the chair in the corner,. The school had been very understanding in making sure they didn't take their classes together so that each could develop their own identity. By the time they were seniors, they had each other's moves down so well that they could fool almost anyone - at least in a controlled environment like the classroom."This is crazy," May said to herself, still considering the idea. "But then again, what harm could just having a drink do?" she answered herself as she tried to play devil's advocate.And of. Care to take another shower when Stephie comes out of the bathroom?”Only it was Stephie and not Candy that turned to look at me and my boner.“Wow, you’re sporting some formidable artillery there Howie,” my sister chirped, and then had the decency to look elsewhere while I covered my groin with both hands.I blurted, “Oh, God, Sis! What the hell? I thought you were Candy.”“Well, I’m not,” my sister said with a smile still looking at my semi-erection, “and I’m glad you realized it before you did.