”“Oh sorry, I was miles away, no, I haven’t. Oh.” I replied as John squeezed my tit.“Okay, no problem,” Adam replied, “can I see what we...��ve got to work with, start with the equipment.”John let go of my tit and led Adam to the workout room with me following Adam. As they walked I heard John say,“There’s not much in there at the moment, I was planning on getting some more machines, a leg stretcher and a weight lifting machine, maybe some more, I’d value you suggestions Adam.”Adam looked and saw. Something about the combination of her bra and blouse did not work right, so she pulled off the blouse and unclasped the bra. For a moment she stood in front of the mirror topless, looking trim in her slacks. She ran her hands over her breasts. ‘Do you think he’ll like them?’ she grinned, half-concerned, half-knowing the answer. ‘He’d be crazy not to. You are in better shape than women half your age.’ I felt my uninformed hormones eagerly starting to circulate. ‘Of course,’ she murmured. So why all the shouting and screaming and tears and...”Oh god, I didn’t want to remember that evening anymore; the photographs I’d taken of them getting out of the car and going into the hotel, with the time stamps circled in the lower corner; the ones of them kissing at the door to the room; the ones I’d taken inside the room when they were going at it like stray dogs in an alley.The door to the hotel room had been one which closed and locked itself, something prevented by quickly nipping. My research into their computer systems was what led me to believe that my father's plan would be rejected. Despite that, our arrangement worked out quite well for me, as while my father and his friends were off formulating their plan of attack, I had free rein of the Consensus's computer system, which you can damn well bet I made good use of.It was really rather sad to watch my father and his buddies strut confidently into the meeting room all the while knowing how easily their idea would be.