They left and I was getting tensed what will happen now. The virus scan was fine and I did not have to do anything and I told her should I leave and s...e asked me to stay as she will get bored. I agreed and she told me she will show me her paintings. She got me her painting book and she sat next to me in sofa.I could feel her so close and I could not hide my bulge. She kept the book on my bulge and her fingers brushed my dick. She told me this is her private painting album and only her friends. “No, not me. I'm sure if you think about it long enough, it'll come to you.” She laughed.“Oh God. Tell me I didn't offend everyone there.”“I'm not sure you offended anyone, but upset might be a fair word.”I left the break room and my mind was again in scramble mode. Who would be upset with me? Mike wasn't, and he certainly could have been. Who else? I took my coffee up to the outer office. I liked to spend a lot of time there especially on Sundays. It gave me the opportunity to hang around. I had to bite my lip and bury my face in my beard to keep from laughing on the spot. I have no idea how James kept from laughing!” A glance at my uncle’s grinning countenance proved the truth of this outrageous statement.“Oh, yes, and the man extends his folly to every arena.” He faced me, and a more serious expression came upon him. “I must warn you now, my dear, of something which will sooner or later crop up. I am sure you are of an age where you will understand this. It is not uncommon for. “You know this guy?”“You might say he’s one of the suspects in the Bucks case,” I told the Detective as I wondered if moron would ever make it as a detective. “Send him in.”Two minutes later, the handsome Father Bottomore stood at my door. “Detective Balls,” he said in a silky baritone voice. “I’m Father Bottomore. I was told you wished to speak with me.”Standing, I waved Bottomore into my office. “Thanks, Father. It was really good of you to come down to the station. I had thought about coming.