’ I took her on the plush carpet of her living room floor, first eating my fill of her sweet pussy, then screwing her senseless with my mound. The r...lease was wonderful as I imagined myself screwing Aunt Pat. Dressed in a summer nightgown, I was restless that first night with her in my bed. Through slitted eyes, I watched her as she slept and dreamed about fucking her when I finally dozed off. Late that night, I felt lips on mine. My eyes flew open as Aunt Pat’s tongue pushed past my lips and. I took it. I didn’t really know if I was hungry. I didn’t know if I was tired. I didn’t feel anything. It was late afternoon when I finally reached Harold’s flat. My driver didn’t drop me off, he parked and came in with me. He knew the code to the building and had a key for Harold’s place. As usual, where Harold lived looked anywhere close to a crack den. There was clutter and shit everywhere, a lingering smell of being too ‘lived in’. The air was almost misty from smoke, or dust, or something.. We had all ducked behind the Bauers’ pickup truck, and it was good that we did. It did over three thousand dollars’ worth of body and windshield damage.“We also lost a couple of windows on the side of the house, which was about 400 yards away. Rock was found in fields almost a quarter mile from where the stump had been,” he explained.“Tell him about the police,” Mrs. Pearson urged.“That was a bit of a problem. They got calls from all over reporting a bomb going off. We didn’t have any more. The camera was watching. What other types of surveillance were in place? I had to bet that the laptop I was assigned had monitoring software installed on it—very likely in places that I couldn’t touch. So, Tuesday morning when I went into the office at half past eight, I swiped my ID against the reader and went straight to my desk. I attached a portable keyboard to the laptop and did a network boot, avoiding accessing the hard drive at all. As soon as I reached the ‘repair’ screen, I slotted in.