Never before had he seen his father so lividly angry. Slowly he dressed, choosing clothes that fit and were clean rather than his normal oversized sl...ppy clothes. Then he pulled out his meager porno collection which he'd scavenged from trash cans. Then came his cigarettes which he really didn't like anyway. He only smoked because it was cool. For a while he thought about trying to hide his pot, but thought better of it and tossed the baggy full of weed into the waste basket. Then like a. ”“Let me eat your pussy,” John told Nicole. Nicole looked at Tracy and asked, “What do you think?”“I would,” replied Tracy, “He’s pretty good.”“Don’t I know it,” Nicole said as she stood up on the couch and straddled John. She looked down at him and smiled as she lowered herself onto his waiting mouth. As John attacked Nicole’s clit with his tongue Tracy went back to sucking his cock. Nicole had a hand full of John’s hair clutched in her hand as she pressed down onto his eager tongue. Tracy. She was there, looking like a banker herself in a dark grey suit and tie, the latter loose around her neck. She looked bloody edible. She pushed a coffee at me. ‘The word is definitely that it’s an insider. I can’t find more. Assuming it’s not you,’ I glared at her. ‘Okay, since we know it’s not you, it must be one of her staff. Look, I know I’ve pissed you off but we really do need to work together.’ Reluctantly, I nodded. ‘Okay. I’m going to do some research. If I discover anything I’ll talk. Second, to pull the SOL version more closely in line with the fully rewritten release version on Kindle. Thank you, Denny Wheeler, for volunteering to do one more proofreading edit. Any remaining errors are because of my stubborness.This is a work of fiction. If you recognize someone, please don't tell them. Any resemblance is strictly coincidental and probably highly insulting!Place: Northern Indiana or a reasonable facsimile thereof. The places here are what I needed to make the story work.