From off to the left came the sound of different set of powerful motors and our security launch closed in rapidly onto the trespasser who opened his t...rottles, executed a neat half circle before powering off towards the horizon at a speed that even our launch couldn't match.Head of security, Mr Cunningham, came running up to the boss, a walkie-talkie radio in his hand. "Don't know who, Mr Foster," he reported, "but they were taking photos with telescopic lenses."Clearly pissed off, the boss. I hauled myself out of bed and stumbled to my front door. I opened the door, and Kasey was standing there in the monsoon rain, soaked to the skin. She was wearing a white leotard which was soaking wet and translucent. I got hard when I saw her nipples poking out and clearly visible through the soaked fabric even more clearly than a girl in a wet tee shirt contest. I asked her to come in, and she slipped past me into my living room. I wondered if the way she lightly brushed against me so her. It was very plush and very tastefully decorated.The bellboy thankfully put down my cases as I surveyed the suite. "Yes,this will do very nicely." I told myself. I heard a cough and turned to see the bellboy standingexpectantly by the door waiting for his tip. "Oh, pardon me." Isauntered over to him watching his eyes drifting over my ample bosom. Heseemed more than slightly nervous and he didn't appear to be that old.Maybe 19 but certainly no older. "So, you want a tip do you?" "Uhh...n-no, it's. .. Cindy was REALLY astounded. After all, she had fourteen years of exposure. All we had were stories, and if I didn't know Cindy and trust her with my life, then I would've thought she was making the mom stories up all along.The woman that showed up was nice, soft-spoken, intelligent, self-deprecating, pleasant, causing Cindy to tell us that somewhere there was a pod containing her real mom and that this person was an alien construct.I still have not heard word one from my mom. I know which.