[several lines of obviously coded message followed]She'd been on this job for nearly three and a half years, and had never gotten a 'Flash Flash Red T...mato' email. It was an emergency message from the White House. She picked up her phone and called Marty Myrowitz, her head computer geek. After calling him to her office, she called Thomas Fitzhugh, her old boss at the FBI.Yes, he could confirm that he'd received an urgent message, coded from the White House, containing a 128 character key, and. "Why?"So I told her my idea. I could sense the gears turning, but she needed to pay attention to traffic now, because the left turn to the college was just ahead. "Just think about it for now. I'm not going to decide anything until I can get more information," I told her. "But it might be the best way."I checked on Mikeya, who was asleep. Tommy wouldn't be there until late this evening, my time. Everyone else was okay, but busy with something. Finally I checked on Anna."In all the excitement. They returned their focus to the show, where Liz had gone to all fours, and reached behind herself to pull the string from her ass crack, exposing her crinkled hole, then spread her cheeks to give everyone a good view. Her asshole flexed and pulsed to the music as she worked her muscles, and one of the men leaned into Tom. ‘Holy shit, that’s really your wife? She’s fucking hot as hell!’ Tom looked at him, and saw the desire in his face, recognizing it as the same feelings he had, and knowing. No body builder but had a decent amount of muscle about him. He had short black hair, brown eyes and a bit of facial hair growth about his face. He was still saying something to me as I slowly came back to my senses.“Jacob?! Jac mate?!” He continued to say in my face, I snapped back to reality. The noise of dozens of teenagers laughing at me and the chants of “looosserrr” fillingu the corridor.“What did I do?” I asked completely bewildered. “You just asked Vanessa out to prom you idiot!!” Logan.