I didn't care. This time I just stood in my room, complete nude with my hard on and my hard body and pretended to be looking in my school bag, which I... placed on my bed. She could see everything. I caught a glimpse of her bike wheel and I turned away and rummaged in my bag. It was dark outside, but a street light, helped me to see if she was looking. I stole a sly glance towards the gate and she was walking super slow with her bike and staring in at me, no doubt! I continued my pretence and. Everyone else stayed to watch over the house.While Jan called the FBI office, I called Walt. “We have an agent watching the judge hearing the case against the Whyte Knyghts, and one watching the prosecutor. There’s a hearing this morning,” he replied.“That’s it!” I almost shrieked. “Get the judge and the prosecutor somewhere safe. I have an FBI agent and four handlers with me en route. We should be there in fifteen minutes,” I exclaimed.“Let me talk to your handlers,” Walt requested.I gave him. ”Dink went through the story with me, line by line, and made a number of changes, but again said he normally has to do a lot more editing with the stories from his sports guy.I still remember Dink sitting down and taking out his check book and writing me a check for $45. My first professional paycheck!Normally, he only paid his stringers $20 for a story and $5 for each photo, but he was paying me $25 for the story and $10 each for the two photos he was going to use because they were so good. He. ”He frowned. “Why on earth not?”And there was the problem: I couldn’t tell him. “It’s personal,” I said. “Maybe I shouldn’t be a model anymore.”“Well, you can’t back out on today’s shoot,” he said.I nodded. “They’ve already delayed the shoot for me.”“Exactly,” he said. “But, if you’re serious about quitting, we’ll discuss it later.”I nodded again and left to start the next set of the shoot.With each set, Windy posed us in increasingly more tantalizing and risqué arrangements. There were twelve.