Stealing every single thing they had on them was better than my just stealing their sound gear and tapes, because doing that might've indicated that y...u guys were behind the theft and that you had something you feared being heard. And it also slowed them down for hours, which might imply that whoever did it needed them out of the way for hours. Someone inside our families didn't need any time, so that implies outsiders did it. What I did was so embarrassing that I don't think it'll be reported. And I was so new to the Game at the time. My failure to save my own family from the devastating influence and predations of the Sociopaths made me turn my troubles outward. I decided that it wasn’t enough that I had a genetically derived talent for spotting Sociopaths, I should be able to stop them and teach others to do the same. Thus, I became involved in a myriad social movements. I joined the Men’s Rights Activists Network. They’re a band of men ( and a few women ) fighting for the rights. Now the main part of the story which I am narrating is mainly because of her and purely with her concern, as she also loves ISS very much. Later I came to know while romantic chats.Coming to the incident, as soon as I reached her place at the scheduled time, I rang the doorbell, no one one was responding, I tried twice thrice and was about to leave, when I was near gate a sweet voice called me from behind, I turned back and she opened the door and I was in.She locked the door and came along. ”“Mr Clay you must go!” insisted a horrified Emma who already had my coat half way over my shoulders. “We’ll cover your meeting. I’ll clear your schedule for tomorrow and tell Mr Yardley you won’t be in, take compassionate leave” before ushering me out the door with a sombre looking Jane hooked around my arm. “What are you doing?” I asked Jane whose response was to grope my cock through my suit trousers in our empty corridor. “Can we go somewhere, now!?” Jane pleaded with me. “We can’t in.