I had an itch” “Yeah right, anyway I do know someone” “Do not” “Mr Holly” “Who?” “You know Mr Holly, the guy t...at lives in Victory Road, on the corner “ “I don’t know him” “Yes you do, he is that thin bald guy that always seems to walk his dogs past our school playing fields when we are playing field hockey” “Ohh him...he always wears the same old dirty mac and has those nice looking dalmations” “See you already got the hots for them” “Do not, that has to be one of the most. He was very disappointed by the behavior of his coworkers.Nodding his head, Dale said, “On top of that, we suspended a bunch of agents this morning.”Surprised by that little piece of news, Mike looked up and asked, “Why?”“The Assistant Director decided that employees of the agency who were sending their families overseas couldn’t be trusted with our national security. If they weren’t willing to face the risks like everyone else, then they didn’t belong in the agency,” Dale answered.“Good for. "Right." said Mr. Graham as he stood up, "off with the rest, I think!" A pleasure, Mr. James" his partner replied. The two were like a double act and I decided to settle down into one of the hard wooden chairs and watch what happened. Annette had only worn a pair of shorts, and these, along with her pale lemon coloured panties were quickly shimmied down her slender legs by the two men. My erection was aching in my jeans as I watched my wife's body revealed in such an obscene manner. She lay. I guess I have always been a loud, annoying little brother, robbing her of the limelight. But currently, she was enjoying the awkwardness of my position.Although surely the easiest and most obvious thing for her to do would be to leave, she didn’t. Instead, her gaze alternated between the fake tiled lino flooring and what was hidden underneath the inappropriately sized flannel. She probably only stood there for sixty seconds, but it felt like an hour. It was as if she wanted to say or do.