I got on and took of to bed in order to get up for work the next morning. A week passed by and all things were pretty much normal. Until Friday. I was...just about to enter my front door, when I heard some shouting coming from the house. It's Andy's voice I could hear and it was very heated. I opened the door to find him and Sarah having a full blown argument. I'll give her her dues. She stuck to her word by not saying anything about the heroin. As it turned out she found a needle in one of his. I got the cable from the camera bag and connected the camera to the TV in my bedroom and checked out the quality of the recording. I watched it for several minutes, and then satisfied that the sound and vision were OK I again rewound the tape and lay back on the bed thinking of what I should do with it.I noticed a folder on the table. The type you find in every hotel room, filled with flyers and brochures, for all the local tourist traps. Flicking through I discovered the hotel had a film. I guess it didn’t really matter — the last time I saw him he was lying dead in a Wyoming field.But maybe he’d been more of a front, a distraction. The Meriwethers were certainly capable of playing three-dimensional chess. So if we could tie Martin Folsom to a few hate compounds outside of Idaho... Unfortunately, the ‘we’ was now the FBI. Clint knew my desire to stay involved, but told me, “We can’t keep this Folsom intel to ourselves. Not if The Restoration really is planning a nationwide. It sent an electric shock through my body that was explosive and turned me on like never before. I turned my body about 45 degrees towards him so others couldn't see me rubbing my cock. This man, if I remember corectly was about 45 to 50 years of age and I was only 16. He put his hand against my trousers and gently fondled my cock. My cock was raging with desire at this and I wanted him to put his hand inside my trousers and give me a good grope. But I said nothing. He put his mouth over and.