The geek had access to their records. He could doctor them any way he wanted.My bio convinced the HR manager I needed to work. I also needed to work a...l the overtime I could get. So the Controller wanted me alone in the building at least now and then. I could scout out the CCTV coverage while I ran the visitor desk or while I watched the monitors. Too bad there were a hundred other details I would need to discover in order to do a clean theft of the contents from Mike Gold's computer.I would. In the corner there is a chalkboard. It is dim filthy green and hangs neatly on the wall. Written across it in large, block letters letters is 'Malaise'. Beneath, in a smaller, less fluid script are the words 'An indefinite feeling of uneasiness, or of being sick or ill at ease.' "Leftovers," Penelope sighs. "A lesson for someone else." She is tall and slim now, wearing a gray dress that hangs from her body without contour or form. I turn and blink. I must be hallucinating again. This time. She had on a black lace open front top, a garter belt holding up her black stockings and her black stiletto open toed heels with ankle strap as I looked her up and down. I sat back in the chair and unzipped my pants and took out my already hard cock and looking up at her, "Put your leg up here" I ordered as i pointed out a spot next to me. As i took my cock in my hand and began to jerk on it, "Play with your cunt whore" I now ordered and down went her hand and for the next several minutes i sat. It only took mere seconds for the tears to begin to well up in her eyes. “Oh Mum!” I said, feeling my own eyes beginning to water slightly, “no-one’s dying!” She nodded and patted my hand again. She got like this sometimes. Mum didn’t like the fact that we were all grown-up. I smiled at her and wiped her eyes. Candle number sixteen was now lit. “God,” Megan Mumbled, “how much longer is this going to take?” “Megan!” Mum replied sharply. Megan seemed to momentarily shrink back into her chair..