She came out of her bad mood long enough to grunt and evacuate her bowels, and then sat still long enough for her sexual appetite to emerge. This was ... lifelong thing with her. The first time she'd experimented with masturbation had been in a small bathroom, similar to the one she now sat. Her right hand dipped between the black thigh-highs she wore and touched herself. As she stimulated her clitoris, the built up anger began to dissipate.Moments later, she reached into her purse, which lay by. "What's wrong?" asked Jeff."I can't find my damn leash," he replied.What he meant was his tie-off tether, without which, he couldn't work the open areas of the building."Never mind," Jeff said, "You can use my spare. It's old, but in pretty good shape."Soon they were welding the steel framework, high above the street. As they worked, Larry annoyed him with his incessant chatter about his latest love conquest."I tell you, man, she's hot," said Larry. "Got the cutest little red muff you ever saw,. With the information we have it is still a needle in a hay stack,” I said.I took the paper out of the folder signed, dated and wrote the time on it. After folding it I placed it in an envelope and handed it to the President.“That’s my resignation; if things go smoothly you can give it back on Monday. If not, you can use it to cover your collective asses,” I said as I stood to leave. “I have lots of things to do and set in motion. I will need the Secret Service to carry me home; my men are not. I can wander here, I can wander there, and more importantly, I can go places I could not before.My mother is here. Helen is her name. She is a pretty young thing, despite being 40, divorced, and completely upset. She's got brilliant green eyes, sandy blonde hair, a thin, barely flabby frame (due mostly to age) and small but still firm breasts. She'd been in my eye before when I was younger, but now I notice her beauty as a woman, not as my mother.I can read her thoughts, as well as I can read.