“You’re better off,” he mumbled, “A guy like that would only fuck you and dump you.”“Is that so bad?” she asked in a small voice.She had...her head turned downward and was shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other. Both her hands were tucked into her lower belly and she seemed to be severely distracted.“Maybe that’s what I want,” she said as she shyly gripped the lower hem of her skirt, “Maybe I just want some guy to, well, try me out.”By this time she had tugged her skirt upward an inch or. Her leg pulled up on the sofa, her skirt around her waist, her blouse wide open and her firm little breasts sticking out. The nipples appearing to be hard and swollen just like her moms would get when aroused sexually. My eyes dropping down to watch her fingers sliding up and down her peach fuzz covered pussy lips.Not a word was spoken. The only noise in the room was the xxx movie playing in the VCR and the sounds of our rapid breathing and a few moans now and then as each of us masturbated and. It was probably over-kill but with all the hacking going on, I wanted a clean phone. There were just too many pictures and other things on the phone.Even though they had been deleted or sent to thumb drives, it left me worried. If Robert and Burt could find all those things that supposedly were gone, so could anyone else.I visited Robert and Burt to thank them for the great work they had done with the intelligence. I met the four new people in the EIT department; I had asked Burt and Robert. ”“And Leslie?”“She’s depressed. She did her NSO training in California and when the emergency was declared, she was sent straight to the fields. They finally held a protest a month ago.”“Good. They’re out of the fields?”“No. They just all quit working at the end of an eight-hour day. They’d been kept in the fields from sunrise to sunset as if they were Mexican laborers. They finally all just walked out of the field after eight hours and refused to go back until the next morning. It was a mess.