‘You know? That’s not a bad idea, I think I’m going to do just that!’ She removed her apron, once again kissing me, lovingly. ‘Just don’t ...o anything I wouldn’t do,’ she laughed again, and then turned, almost racing up the stairs. I shook my head, dad was in for one big fucking surprise, but not if I left him sitting there the way he was either. I walked in to the den. He was reading the paper. ‘Dad?’ He looked up. Our eyes locked. I planted a suggestion, though he seemed to resist it for some. “Then you should have asked,” I say the words and see her thoughts forming,” No you didn’t ask, you barged in and when shit didn’t work out you kept dragging me into your problem.” I get in the bathroom and close the door putting my phone on the counter and off with the towel and back in the shower. Scrubbing dried soap off and cleaning up again is not fun when I hear beeping of electronics and groan. “Lela are you in the bathroom,” I ask in a groan. “Yes, I need my phone,” I hear her respond. “I – kind of – feel …”She made a long pause and then said quickly, “ … like touching myself.”With more authority, she added, “but you need to keep your eyes on the street buddy!”I gave her a big smile and accelerated the car. In the corner of my eye, I could see that she started to play, slowly with her pubic lips, only carefully teasing her clit a little bit. Then she went in between, searched her naked clit and put a finger right on it under her hood. Her legs started moving now and I could. “Get me Boase. Get me whoever’s in charge of broadcasting. And do it now.”“Yes sir.”Thorn continued to watch while he waited, getting angrier by the second.“Where is that woman?” he yelled at the television screen. “Why hasn’t someone shut her up?”The phone on his desk rang and he snatched it up.“Prime Minister,” came a smooth, unrecognised voice. “It’s Richard Cooper. I’m the junior minister in charge of telecommunications at the Home Office. I was asked to call you urgently.”“What are you.