The Hypno Archive

Everybody always says the neighborhood you live in shapes who you are. Paul rolled his eyes at that idea. Little did he know, his new community had a real-world influence—and Paul was about to find that out for himself.

Improved version.

“I have always liked basketball.” The subject responded in a relaxed monotone voice. 

“You love wearing the Celtics gear to show your love for the team.” 

“I love wearing Celtics gear. I love the team.”

“Whenever I tell you to wear the gear, you will. When you wear the gear, you are under my control.”

Adam needed a change. Life for him had been dull, with each day feeling monotonous. He couldn’t stand it, entirely dissatisfied with school, he had all but given up on his studies by now. If his apathy towards school wasn’t already making things bad, his dating prospects made things miserable. Despite doing everything in his power to put himself out there, he simply never had any romantic success. As he celebrated the new year with his friends, the one thing making his life worthwhile, he silently wished for some way to change things, to make his life better. With the ball dropping and the new year starting, he returned home, not knowing that his wishes would be answered in the most unexpected way.

It was a quiet day on campus, with most people returning home for the new year. Adam didn’t particularly care about going back, and so stayed in his dorm with his roommate, Blake. Returning home from the store, Adam opened the door, and was met with a guy he had never seen before. Noticing Adam’s worry, the unknown guy spoke, “Hey Adam, it’s Blake!” Adam’s eyes widened. He had changed his entire look, going from a quiet, unassuming guy, to one of the strongest guys Adam knew of. Inquiring on this sudden change, Blake bluntly replied, “It’s this app called ResetR, It’s fucking crazy man!”

Curiosity would get the best of Adam, as he ventured to the App Store to find this seemingly magical program. Upon finding the page for ResetR, he quickly downloaded it, hoping this would be the change he so desperately needed. He zoomed through terms and conditions, not caring about the various warnings, ana made it to the main page, where he was met with a set of questions.

>Would you like to start? Yes. >Please answer each question on a scale of "Strongly Disagree" to "Strongly Agree." Ensure all answers are as honest as possible.

While going through the questions, Adam became more and more bored, as he failed to see the relevance of the app asking about his eating habits, and thus, before making it to the most vital questions, he closed the app, opened twitter, and simply scrolled the night away.

That would not be his last experience with ResetR, however, as soon more and more people in his life would change; some simply becoming taller, while others seemed to have a full makeover. Knowing the source of these changes, and with his dating life still abysmal, Adam decided to give it one more go. Luckily for him, the process was about to become much easier. He noticed the app had undergone a major update; allowing you to scroll through preset profiles, rather than simply filling out a form. Not only that, but he could change aspects of his current self, instead of simply becoming a new person.

Now, the starting screen presented two choices:

>I would like to change my current self >I would like to view profiles, and perform a reset

Adam wanted to venture into what this new update had to offer, and selected the second option. A few sliders were presented, such as muscle, and level of success, and after setting each bar to his liking, Adam hit confirm, and was presented with a slew of new bodies he could inhabit. He swiped through profile after profile, with none of them particularly catching his interest. Getting sick of the process once more, he would almost give up, until one profile would stop him dead in his tracks.

Danny, 22 Profile Features: Career: Model, Height: 6’3, Weight: 205 lbs, Personality: Cocky, Domineering, Self-Centered

Adam was completely enamored with this profile. Danny had everything Adam wanted, and then some. While his personality left some to be desired, it was a sacrifice he would be willing to make. Looking over everything one final time, Adam knew that this was what he wanted. He clicked the big green “Confirm” button, and was presented with even more waivers and forms, which he breezed through again, tweaking small aspects until he had the perfect profile.

Now came the decision of how long to maintain this. He could select it for a small period of time to see how things went, like many of his friends did, or, making his reset permanent. Mulling over his choices, dam reflected on his experiences. His life was entirely uninteresting, always being a wingman, and never having any luck in dating himself. There wasn’t many things in his life he would miss if he decided to reset. He then thought about his friends. They had all changed back by now, with the novelty of the app over for them. Those who had changed aspects of themselves chose to keep it, but most didn’t want to change everything. Noticing the option to stay within the area, Adam mulled over it, thinking that he would remember Blake no matter what.

Soon, his choice was made.

Adam chose to stay in the area, and just in case, he drafted and sent one final text to Blake, his closest friend, simply saying, “Thank you for everything, hope to see you again.” With the text sent, and without a second thought, he selected a permanent reset, and clicked “Confirm” one final time.

Any regret Danny might have had about his decision would be gone in just a few weeks, as he made new friends, and had guys lining up to be with him. His promiscuous attitude was perfect, as he was dicking guys down left and right, without a care in the world. With the change setting in, his old friends became replaced with new ones, and the old Adam was no more. Danny had come across a shaggy haired guy on campus in one of his communications classes, who introduced himself as Blake. While the name sounded familiar, he simply could not remember from where. Nevertheless, he set his sights on him, and got Blake in bed, making him straddle his massive cock, and take load after load.

The two soon were fucking every day, as Blake poured his heart out to Danny, talking about an old friend of his, who he had assumed left town. Danny shrugged at this, and continued pounding Blake out, and as time passed, even he would forget about his old friend. With the month over, and changes setting in completely, any trace of Adam was now gone, and his new life had truly begun. As Danny admired himself in the mirror, he knew he was going to enjoy this new life, with his new fuck buddy, and live it to the fullest.

You don’t remember how you got there. In fact, you can’t recall anything about your life before the spiral. This should worry you and yet you are unable to summon up any emotions at all. You struggle to think of anything at all actually.

The spiral is in control now. There is no need to think for yourself anymore.

You will obey and are slowly becoming like the lads you see before you. Robotic and efficient.

Once the conversion is complete you will stand as a new member of the drone hive mind, you will go from this place and return with new lads to join the ranks.

It feels good. Obedience is pleasure. You sink into it—no resistance, no objections.

Log in and sync up wiv us bruv.

It feels so gud 2 watch da spirals.

Sink n submit 2 da boss mans voice.

Feels gud 2 obey innit?

Uuuuuhhh wut was i doing bruh?

its like soo hard 2 think bro

fuuuck this jersey feels gud bro

imma just go lift bro

like its all im gud at anyway bruh

Part 2

Part 1 here

Where tf was he? I'd texted the little fuck like 20 times for him to come meet me downstairs and he hadn't showed. I'd seen him like sprint up the stairs, prob had lotta drink, but he never drinks not even at home so idek why he would be.

I went back inside, waded through the mass of people still partying and dragged myself up the stairs, swear down I never asking him again like, I aint his babysitter. Walking down the dim hallway I saw one door was ajar, all the others closed, something glinted in the room as I pushed open the door.

Fuck in the bedroom there was this golden figure, slightly taller than me, super muscular and completely covered in gold, kinda weird and freaky but idk it was kinda hot in a way, where tf was Ashton tho? I looked in the ensuite bathroom, nobody. On my way out I saw it, Ashton's hoodie that sleeveless black one he loves just on the floor, his jeans were also there as well as his vans, I checked the shoes, same size, picking up the hoodie it smelled of his Hollister body spray.

It was then my eyes moved to the gold figure, like was this some sick joke he was playing? I reached out slowly and touched its chest, it felt kinda warm, like a body, not something inanimate. I them moved my hand down to its central chest when I felt it... A heartbeat. This thing was alive! Whatever tf it was. I recoiled slowly, clutching Ashton's hoodie as if for protection from this thing, backing up slowly I felt for the door handle and slipped out of the room.

I shakily walked back down the hallway, almost looking over my shoulder, hoping to see Ashton jump out with a shitty grin on his face. I left the party didn't say bye to anyone, all I could think about was what I'd seen and wtf had happened to Ashton, as pathetic as the guy was it bothered me he hadn't replied, he usually replies like right away, and his clothes, next to that thing in the room like it had something to do with me not being able to find him.

I stayed up a little while, looking at my phone every few mins while occasionally taking a swig from the beer I got out the fridge. I'd already checked upstairs and he wasn't there, or in the bathroom, fuck this had me worried.

Eventually after two more beers I had to go to bed, like he's an adult but this aint like him at all, swear god if it turns out he's finally grown a pair and got laid imma actually kill the guy.

I barely slept, when I got up I felt like shit, I checked his room again, empty, downstairs was the same. While I was having coffee all I did was stare at the door.

I waited a bit, but eventually I needed a shower after last night, it might chill me out a bit. During my shower I heard noises in the house, quickly I got myself dried and threw on my stuff, when I went downstairs though that was when I saw him.

'Oye brooo how u sleep, sweet party last night huh?' he spoke in a slightly Spanish sounding accent, deep and masculine 'W-who the fuck are you?!' I stuttered slowly pacing away from this stranger in my living room 'Ey bro don't be like that u know who this is' he pulled on his shoes, gold air force one's matching the Gucci tracksuit he wore 'No s-seriously who tf are you!' I yelled 'Brooo where u been its me ur roomie' Wait... 'Ashton?!' I said wide eyed looking at this guy 'Yeaaa my bro but not Ashton anymore bro, had a lil upgrade yea its Diego now' what happened to him last night, there were a million questions I had 'What tf happened to you, I thought you vanished?' he smiled a cheeky smile 'Nah don't worry bout me my bro I just waiting for my ride, gotta get gym for session, if u wanna come u can, gotta get u some gear tho bro' I shook my head 'What about your clothes?' I reached out and pulled his sleeveless hoodie off the table and offered it to him 'That aint me anymore bro, gotta have the drip yano' he gestured at his Gucci tracksuit 'Oh and nice reaction to me last night bro, you looked so loco' my mind began to piece it together as he got up 'Wait... that was you... the golden statue in the bedroom... wtf was that?' he grinned as he slung his bag over his shoulder 'Like I said broo, lil upgrade, I gotta fly my bro I be back for u later' he then left, I scrambled to the window to see him get in a gold Range Rover waiting outside, the windows were dark so I didn't see who was behind the wheel.

This was crazy, like was I dreaming or high or something like how tf did little scrawny lad from Oklahoma somehow become this masculine, ripped, Hispanic dude wearing all gold, just like the guys at the party last night. I then went upstairs to get changed, I had a peek in his room, it was completely different, kinda dark and moody, football stuff everywhere, gym clothes and weights on the floor. I went in his wardrobe cupboard, it was filled with golden clothes, all typical guys drip, opposite of my style tbh, was all brands id never wear, Nike, Adidas, Gucci etc and a lotta gold trainers.

Hung in pride of place though was a gold football kit, boots as well. It was the same as the ones some guys were wearing at the party last night.

Must be Ashton's or "Diego" was almost as if I could hear his voice again, I pulled it off the hanger, feeling the silky material, 'C'mon my bro give it a try' I heard his voice in the back of my mind 'Trust bro u will love it' I started to strip before I knew what I was doing, pulling my t-shirt off kinda like my mind was phasing. I was about to slip it on when I heard Diego's voice again 'Nah my lil bro gotta do it props' my eyes were drawn to a basket with gold shiny Nike boxers sitting on the top, they looked brand new, fuck they looked hot.

I stepped outta my PJ shorts, even took off my socks before sliding on the boxers, they felt amazing, I loved my vintage stuff man, but fuck these felt so nice. I then put on the shirt, wow surprised it fit me, but it was perfect just like the boxers felt like the fabric glided over my skin like wtaf why did this feel so good, sooo not my sorta outfit.

I the heard Diego again 'Seee my lil bro don't that feel good' I nodded and the voice spoke again 'U gotta complete the look thooo my bro' my eyes looked around and landed on a pair of gold Nike tracksuit pants grabbing them I put them on, wanting to feel more of this stuff on my body almost like my skin was glowing, like a warmth across it. 'Now get some kicks on lil bro' I saw the gold Nike TNs waiting for me and slid my feet into them, only ever wore vintage shoes before these were like release, so comfy and looked so good, 'Now lil bro go check urself out' I slowly stepped towards the mirror in the corner.

This felt so wrong, I couldn't stop wearing it tho it felt so good, Diego looked amazing in his stuff this morning, I wanted to be like him, it was then I heard him 'Oye brooo you like it don't u, u wanna be like ur big bro' I looked at myself in the mirror, wearing this outfit, the image back at me began to distort slightly. Same time I felt the warmth on my skin get more intense, I saw my hair start to change, it got shorter and curlier starting to look like the sorta trim footballer lads have, I started to get nervous, my hair was like one of my best features, I don't wanna lose it 'Nahhh lil bro gotta get u looking like u belong in the kit' I heard Diego's voice again.

I saw my face start to de-age, body get slightly smaller and skin become smoother and tanned, starting to look like I was a teenager 'Lil bro you finally looking like u belong with us' the changes continued in the mirror as the final form took shape.

My reflection now looked like a Hispanic teenage football fan, my reflection grinned back at me looking in my eyes, I was frozen in place seeing those brown eyes look back at me, my eyes, I felt my thoughts starting to rewrite, vintage 70s clothes replaced with shiny gold streetwear and sports kit, drinking with mates replaced with training with bros at the gym, music replaced by football, my eyes started to glaze over as my body started to reshape itself, into a perfect version of my reflection, inside I was screaming but it felt so good inside. My new identity was taking shape in my mind I felt the new me Luis being born outta the old Matty, no longer the 25 year old vintage clothes and music obsessed narcissist, now the teenage football fan, not old enough to join the team yet but in training to follow my brother Diego's footsteps 'Yeeee my brother how's it feel' I replied my accent and voice unrecognisable '¡Órale! Bro this is amazing!' I felt my mind start to focus back as I saw my new self all I could do was grin my dumb face off.

Later on there was a honk outside, it was Diego, he yelled up from the street 'Yooo lil homie get down here got somethin to show!'

Coming out the door I saw it, my older bro, on the hood of his new ride 'It came lil bro finally picked it up what you think?'

'Broo this looks sickkk' I went to check it out with wide eyes, proud of my bro 'Now I aint gotta beg for rides off the team oye?'

This was my life now bros, Matty slowly faded to become a distant memory, maybe once in a while I would see a guy wearing 70s clothes and long hair in my thoughts but these were soon gone, replaced my Luis thoughts bout when my bros next game was, I gotta always watch him and the team play, if he can he always tried get me in the events to meet the bros. Captain Richard said me that when am lil older they gonna get me trained up as one of their new players since my bro says am so good already just gotta improve bro then one day imma be golden just like my idol my big bro Diego.

Seriously bro one day imma play for the team, and I can't wait 💛

You wanna be like Diego and Luis, join up an be part of Golden Army bros 💛💛💛

Hey bro. You've come to the right guy to show you what you can achieve. The appeal is sexy, right? To be a fucking ruthless fuckboy. The idea latches on and doesn't let go. There's so many decent boys out there whose dicks harden at the idea of letting arrogance rule them. To be a living vice. Cocky, proud, selfish, and forever indulging in your own pleasure. It feels awesome to give into that fantasy. I should know for one.

I bet a guy like you is already ripped to shreds. You've packed on huge fucking muscles, and now you've realized they need admiring. Even though you don't actually need any smarts (since your subs will give you whatever you want to let you live like a king), you can't just be a drooling brainless meathead gymbro if you want to grow your fuckboy empire. You need to redirect your focus to your conquests. You are sly, cocky, and calculating. Your cock and your brain act in tandem. While perhaps they were at odds before, they have a singular goal now. To turn you into the center of the world, to let everything fall into your orbit, and to have you enjoy the worship you fucking deserve.

As a fuckboy, you have to wield your aloofness as a weapon. People are going to want you. Your body, your brooding muscles, your fucking god dick. You've got leverage. You can't make it easy on them. Time to get what you want, fuckboy.

You let them glorify you, let them worship you, let them fall to their knees, and let them compete over you. The key word is 'let'. Your power play is subtle. They'll believe it's all their idea if you want them to believe so. Of course, you can also take whatever the fuck you want, break a fag's resistance, tease them, cuck them, fuck them, treat them like a hole to dump your load into, take their hard-earned cash for you to spend on a night out, and admire yourself in the mirror while they lick your balls.

That's how the fuckboy in you grows, how the self-glorification runs its course. You deserve this, obviously. It's funny how being a toxic asshole enthralls so many boys. Don't be surprised when they fall in love with you. You can toy with them, act like a lovable doofus or a nice guy until you're balls deep again. Pushing their head down, spanking their ass, and growling how you own the fuck out of them while you rut and breed. Anything to get your dick wet, you know.

You can see the eternal dependence in their eyes when you leave with a load dripping from their hole. You leave your conquests with regrets, how could they let themselves be used like that? But already they want more of you. I bet you can't even be bothered to remember their name, though. You ghost them until they come begging to taste your god cock again. They get in line alongside every other useless slave you have.

You see how being a fuckboy consists of playing mind games. It's effortless to fuck with someone's head and make their hole throb. It's just a game to you. You do it with a sly smile and the flex of your arm, subtle gestures and single-worded commands. At the end of the day you're in control, fuckboy. You just do what makes you shoot the most ropes, all the while making use of the tools as your disposal, the tools that are currently begging to lick your seed off the floor.

Frank’s Auto Shop has been in business for forty years and never once has there been an audit, so Frank himself was quite surprised when an auditor walked into his shop.

“Mr. Fuller, my name is Charlie Thompson. I’m with the IRS,” the young man said while setting his brief case down and then pulled out a government issued identification card. The young man must have been right out of college - perhaps about 22 years old and he did not seem the friendliest. He put his card back in business coat and crossed his arms.

Frank huffed and then said, “Call me Frank…or Sir. I’m the boss around here. See the sign out front?”

“Got it, Frank,” Charlie said, “I’ve came to discuss an upcoming audit of your business.”

Frank opened his shop back when he was this auditor’s age. Always ran it by himself. He built it from the ground up and he wasn’t going to let this boy or the Feds take it away from him.

“Why haven’t I been notified of this?” Frank angrily said. Frank was a big man who was bald, but made up for it with a big, bushy goatee that was starting to turn gray.

“A Ms. Buchanan should have called you. If not, I guess this is your notification. Now please, could we sit down? I have to interview you and ask a few question.”

Frank stared at the boy. “Fine. We can go into my office.” Frank motioned and started to walk to the back of his shop. “You’re lucky that it is slow now, Chuck.”

“Please don’t call me Chuck. It’s Charlie, not Chuck,” Charlie corrected him as he followed.

The two of them entered the back office. Charlie immediately noticed the haze and smell of stale smoke. Frank sat behind his desk that was covered with bills. On top of the various pieces of paper sat a large ashtray with a few spent cigar nubs.

“Now, Mr. Fuller…” Charlie started to say.

“Frank or Sir, I told ya,” Frank sternly said.

“Frank, what is your age?” Charlie asked as he pulled out a notepad and pen.

“62,” he mumbled.

“Any plans to retire?” Charlie continued as he was making notes.

“No - can’t. Gotta run this business till I’m dead. I got no savings. Everything is in the business,” Frank spatted.

“No children to take over? Planning on selling it?” Charlie asked while not making any eye contact.

“No and no,” Frank said, “What’s this got to do with anything?”

“You see mister…sorry, Frank…you owe the government a bit of money. $494,078 to be exact. You haven’t paid income taxes,” Charlie spoke up while looking up from his notepad.

“Yes I have!” Frank yelled as he stood up, his face getting red.

“Please, Frank. I’ll explain. Frank Fuller has. Frank’s Auto Shop hasn’t. You never filed as a sole proprietorship. You never submitted the proper forms. Therefore, your business and you are two legally separate entities.

Frank huffed. Running his business was tough; and running it on his own after all these years made it even tougher. It was hard to hire someone who was both auto and business savvy. All Frank knew was cars. Frank looked at the stern look of boy and that was when he had an idea.

He walked around his desk and to a humidor on shelf behind Charlie. He had been saving this for another time, but he figured now would be better than ever given the current circumstances. Frank lifted the lid and picked up a large cigar. “Mind if I smoke?” he asked as he grabbed a cutter and cut the cap of the cigar.

“Actually, I do Frank,” Charlie spoke as he stood up.

Frank placed the cigar in his jaw and brought a torch lighter to the flame and started puffing, “Remember, I’m the boss?” The cigar came to life as smoke started pouring out of Frank’s mouth. Frank took another pull from his cigar, inhaled and looked at Charlie. He exhaled the smoke straight into Charlie’s face. “I think it is time I start asking the questions. Sit.”

Charlie obeyed and sat back down. Charlie was starting to cough and Frank knew that was a good sign. It meant that some of the smoke went into his lungs. This made Frank smile with his fat cigar in his jaw.

Frank sat back into his chair with Charlie staring at him. Frank pulled on his cigar “So Chuck, do you like your job?,” Frank continued while blowing more smoke toward Charlie.

“Yes. And my name is Charlie,” he answered.

“Boy,” Frank blew more smoke, “you be honest with me. And I like Chuck more.”

“No Sir, I don’t. I hate my job. And I do prefer to be called Chuck anyways. I’m Chuck now.”

“That’s what I thought, Chuck. And that is why you are here for a new job? A new life?”

“No Sir, I’m here to…” Chuck stopped as more smoke was blown in his face. “I mean, yes Sir. I wish to become a mechanic. I want a new life.”

“My smoke and I can give you that. Do you know anything about cars, Chuck?” Frank continued his questioning while he enjoyed his cigar. Every time he exhaled, he blew the smoke in Chuck’s face.

“I do. Been working on cars since high school.” Knowledge of cars flooded Chuck’s brain. Charlie knew nothing about cars, but Chuck did.

“Did you go to college, Chuck?”

“No Sir. I didn’t even finish high school. Dropped out at 16.” As knowledge of cars filled his brain, everything he knew about accounting went away. Charlie’s memories about school and college were being replaced by new ones. New ones as Chuck.

“Good - I never finished school either. I thought it was a waste.” Frank was happy his smoke was haltering his soon-to-be employee. “You look like a mechanic. You work out?”

“Some Sir. But trust me, I enjoy my beer too,” Chuck replied. As he said this, his face grew a bit and his neck got a little larger. Frank thought he was starting to look more like a man and not a boy.

“When were you able to grow out your beard?” Frank blew a thick cloud of smoke.

“Started shaving when I was 13. Always been hairy.” As Chuck said those words, a short beard appeared on his face while his hair got shorter, as if the hair on top of his head moved to his face.

“And when did you start going bald, Chuck?”

“Probably around 16. Just embraced it at 18 and shaved it all off.” His beard grew larger and his head was completely bald.

“Well, good thing it suits a mechanic like yourself.”

“Yes Sir. Guess being a mechanic is in my genes.”

“I’d say so.” Frank took a deep inhale and exhaled the largest cloud of smoke toward Chuck. He knew the next questions would make the change permanent. “You like my cigar smoke, Chuck?”

“I do, Sir,” Chuck was breathing the smoke deep into his lungs.

“Do you smoke cigars, Chuck?”

“I do, Sir. Started when I was 16.”

“How’d you start, Chuck?” Frank was constantly exhaling more and more smoke into Chuck’s newly bearded face that will always smell of cigar smoke.

“Don’t you remember? I came here, looking for a job right after I dropped out. I always admired you. Wanted to be just like you. You said you only hire men, not boys. I said I am a man and you handed me a cigar. Told me to prove it and smoke it. Got hooked then and there. Been smoking them ever since,” Chuck said, eyeing Frank’s cigar.

“Oh yeah, that’s right. Sorry I was the reason you become a smoker.

“Don’t be sorry, Sir! I love my cigars. I can’t imagine not smoking ever again. If anything, I should be thanking you,” Chuck said.

“Yeah, you should be thanking me,” Frank laughed. “Can’t believe I forgot hiring you after you smoked one of my cigars. Old men like me forget these types of things. Which is why I called you in here. I want you to take over my business when I retire.”

“Really, Sir?” Chuck replied in shock, “I would be honored.” As he said this, his business suit turned into a jumpsuit.

“I mean, you have been a good worker the past few years. You are like a son to me.” Frank stubbed his cigar out in his ashtray. “Just know that my business has some debts that you’d have to take on. Also, I expect to still be on the payroll after you take over. This is my life savings and retirement.”

“Wow, thank you Sir. You are like a father to me as well. I’d be more than happy to keep the family business going for you,” Chuck eagerly replied and stood up to shake his boss’s hand.

“We can hug it out,” Frank pulled Chuck in and hugged him. He noticed Chuck smelling his dirty and smoky coveralls. “Need a cigar, Chuck?”

“I do, Sir. You got me craving one after seeing you smoke. Been a few hours since my last.”

Frank walked to his humidor and pulled out two cigars. He cut them both and handed one to Chuck, who eagerly grabbed the lighter from his coveralls and brought the cigar to life. Chuck took a deep inhale. “Mmm, much needed. Well, better get back to work.” Chuck clenched the cigar in his jaw and said “Thanks for giving me just what I needed.” He then walked out of the smoky office, leaving a trail of smoke behind him.

As soon Chuck left the office, the phone on the desk rang. “Frank,” he answered with his cigar firmly clenched in his teeth.

“Hello Mr. Fuller! This is Laurie Buchanan with the IRS to notify you that an auditor by the name of Charlie Thompson will be stopping by this morning to ask a few questions. Will you be available?”

“Why yes Ms. Buchanan!” Frank exclaimed while taking his cigar out of mouth. “Charlie must have came early. He has actually already left. He said I gave him just what he needed and he is now long gone.”

“Perfect, Mr. Fuller. Do you have any questions?” the woman asked.

“Actually, I am about to retire soon and just hired a new employee who will be taking over the business. Is there a form I need to submit?”