Mom doesn’t wait for a reply, she calls her.“WHERE ARE YOU? Are you OK? Why aren’t you home! WHAT?! With your DAD!!”The rest of the conversati...n is not pretty but includes things like;“Get yourself HOME, NOW, young lady. What is HE doing here? What are YOU doing there with him without telling me? Restaurant? Where are you?”Then her ex picks up the line, “Mary, she is fine. We are having dinner (white lie). I will bring her home to you as soon as we are finished. Not long. Mary, I want to see. The dick ..it just puts the stamp on it...and don't tell ya girls what I did cuz they won't be able to help but to holla at the k**....D.C. that's dick control...over qualified?? I'm sorry that I know what I know...gspot applications..captain ahab..THAR SHE BLOWS...I'm my face..in my mouth... Even took some up my nose...imagine if I was scarface..instead of a pile of blow...it d be piles of pussy goin up my nose ..befor I let the cannon unload...if you got nice feet ill. Lick on ya toes...if I. She says the guy got angry and left. She even has his license plate number."I told him, "I'm sending the forensics people to your offices. Let them check everything and have them dust wherever Nikki saw the guy touch. Dennis said no one came to the main R&D area to mess with the air systems, but he would check anyway."Steve asked, "What do you think this is about? What kind of gas was being released in your home?" I don't know the answers yet, Steve, but the FBI forensics team should have some. My straining ears pick out light breathing, the shuffle of movement in front of me, the instantly recognisable clink of a belt being undone, the crumpled fall of clothes to the floor, and the soft, deep, wet kisses of two people who are going to fuck. “I’m still watching you,” your voice booms in my ears, “don’t you fucking touch that tie until I say so.” I’m burning with emotion. Rage, lust, need, fear, resentment, excitement. I’m dumbfounded and awestruck and almost broken by the sound of.