It included books on sexualpredators, transgendered issues, criminal profiling, andsexual abuse. There were also files with transcripts ofprevious Int...rnet conversations, with handwritten commentsin the columns. Apparently, Al reviewed his past cases fortrends to help him in profiling, noticed Carol. She pulledout a book about gender identity and noticed that it hadmany passages highlighted."So, how did you design your biography sheets? They arevery thorough!" commented Carol, as she glanced. Life was good.When Harry saw our house, he seemed flabbergasted. Over the last few months, I had come to accept our new standard of living and the great big house was just somewhere we lived. For Harry, it was a palace, or a castle or something. That proved to be a problem, as he was suddenly very reserved. Despite my protestations of being the same Yorkshire kid I’d always been, he was obviously uncomfortable. That really frustrated me: I wanted my friend, not someone who would treat me. While we were sitting there talking, I expected that we would make Estelle listen to our complaints, she would promise to do better and then we would untie her and everything would go back to normal. What we ended up with was a long way away from normal.Some people think Dad’s a big softy and I can see why they think that. He’s not a confrontational man and he always looks for ways to smooth things out when things get emotional. He’s the peacemaker and the cool head. Unless he gets pushed too. ”“Me too. God, it felt good, didn’t it?”“Amazing. I thought I was going to die of pleasure.”“I could almost hear my cock begging for mercy.”“Yeah. Come on, let’s get up, I’m thirsty.”The boys got out of bed, a little embarrassed to be naked in front of one-another. They slipped their boxers on, and walked through to the kitchen. Getting a glass of water each, they then noticed something strange on the table. Well, two strange things.“Jake, what are those?” Ben asked.“I don’t know…they look like.