"Okay, so what else do you have to tell me?" Not here. Come by Mrs. Bell's house on Thursday and we will have a long conversation." I can live with th...t. I should have some of my first reports back by then." Great. See, it's all working out."She harrumphed at me and left. That afternoon I got the second thing I needed out of the way, a visit with police detectives. Luckily, the detective that showed up was the one I had dealt with at the station and not the uniformed cop who seemed to have it. However she was in between relationships at the moment. She works as a waitress as well so she remains active for most of the year. However this Saturday morning our parents had taken the weekend to go to Maine for their anniversary, so we were alone together. I was still asleep when Ashley walked into my room turned on the light and ripped the covers off my bed. That woke me up as well as any cold shower ever could and I was only wearing a pair of boxers. She was wearing a white cotton. ....all 13inches of it. :)When it's soft, it hangs at about 9inches, and is very uncomfortable encased in tight jocks. This has led me to only wear boxes around the house, preferring to free ball in jeans when I go out.Mum has noticed my manhood hanging loose a few times, stealing glances when she can, but not wishing to be drawn into any thing sexual with a member of her own family. Let alone her son.....I'm sure she fantasises though....I tried my best to keep it discreet with Aunt Sue. You're the president. You're the guy they expect to see up there saying thanks. You don't have to make any big speech. But don't spoil this for our employees. They get to see the guy they work for being told he's done a good job. Don't cheat them out of that," I pleaded."I wouldn't know what to say. I'd probably make a fool out of myself. I'm not a real president ... just a boss," he complained, but no quite so loudly."Helmut," Marla interrupted, "you are every bit a president. You run that.