How the hell are we going to fit into that black bag shit, if we are on TV." Executive Security Service is about protection, not black bag shit, as yo... call it." he said."Oh come now, You aren't going to try to tell me that your boss is suddenly above a little industrial espionage. Because if you do, I'm gonna laugh in your face." I said."Our operation isn't going to be doing anything like that. You and I are heading up the non profit operations. Heading up hell we are the feel good ops. What's so hard about that?" Umm ... they're having sex?' I tried to form a plausible excuse. It came out more as a question than a statement."Who? Your parents?" Well ... yeah, I guess," my voice faltered once more. "One of them is, anyway," I added.She wanted more details than I was prepared to give. I also didn't know how to deal with what my eyes had taken in. I grabbed her hand and started pulling, but she squirmed out of my grip, then turned and headed for the porch.Still in shock, I just. Her life changed the night a mysterious stranger walked into her saloon and invited her to join him in his room, and there gave her his immortal kiss. From there she was taught to "ride and shoot like a man," until the day he was arrested and sentenced to be hanged. Of course, he never made it to the gallows, burning up in the sun when they tried to drag him to it. The authorities responsible for his death were soon brought down by bullets from the girl who came to be known as "Deathbride. He said he was concerned that their was some porn in a hidden file, possibly someone had hacked my PC and put porn files on it. I confessed to him ( part of plan) that I had saved some porn files. he looked at me again and said they were pretty detailed of white guys giving oral sex to black men. again I confessed it turned me on and I was curious about it. Mr Peter's had a look of shock and I could see his bulge in his pants getting bigger. It was time to 'set the hook' . I asked Me Peters how.