’ ‘And that’s what you want,’ ‘That’s what I don’t know,’. ‘Well, I hope you decide before it blows up in your face,’ ‘So do I,�...�� I answered more to myself, then to Matt. ……………………………………… When I got home on Thursday the package was lying on my desk. No return address, the only indication of where it was from was the San Francisco stamp over the postage. I carelessly ripped the brown wrapping paper from the package, exposing a blank videotape inside. There was no label, no markings, just a plain. I arrived at 9:22 and parked in the large lot in front of thestore. Only a few cars remained and it appeared that the boutique wasempty. I called Carol and she answered on the third ring. Sheinstructed me drive around to the back to park and use the rear entrancedoor where she would meet me. I found the back of the store deserted ofcars, parked and prepared myself for the next major hurdle. Again I wassearching for the courage to leave the security of my car and make myway to the door. . I could only guess what they were talking about, but I had a good idea. It was the last day of the sisters’ vacation. They wanted to make it a memorable one, and they didn’t trust amateurs to do it for them. I didn’t have to wait long. Soon the sisters were both lying face-down on the towels laid out on the tables. The men undid the strings tying their bikini tops, and began the massage. They were both pros, and no doubt very good, but I think the two sisters squirmed a little too much. I’d. She had woken up the next morning to find herself sprawled across his chubby body. It was his snoring that had woken her up. She never saw the guy again.Her third and final encounter had been with another visiting professor, a married man, and she remembered a bit more of this romp. She did remember that they were both hopelessly drunk and that he had fumbled for ages with her clothes, before she had undressed herself and mounted him, only to find that he had trouble getting an erection. He had.