"He knocked my hand aside, "Stop it, Jaynelle -- no, Jay! Jay, freakin'get a hold of yourself, alright?" I'll tell mommy!" I witless blurted, pissed b... rejection. "If you don'tdo it I'll tell mommy you did, then you'll see what happens!" That's asshole! Stop acting like a spoiled kid!" I don't care! I want you to love me! You know you do!!"Scowling, Tim faced me. "Listen to me carefully, Jaynelle. I know youcan't really help what you're saying, but If you even think of tellingmom lies like that. He decided to observe your fortress in Florida and figure out a way to grab you or someone close to you so you could be compromised. You had the locals raid them about the time they were ready to grab one of your people, and called the FBI forensics team in who found all kinds of bad things. They had explosives, automatic weapons, and a lot of sophisticated electronics to attempt to eavesdrop on you and us. What was surprising was that none of the people captured were prepared for a raid. Not a. As the weeks went by we grew together, like a proper family in many ways, apart from the sex that is, maybe that part wasn't normal. I had my own room, necessary for my studies, but that's practically all I did there. We worked out a system, the three nights Joan worked I slept with Lisa, then I had three nights with Joan, and Saturday nights we all slept together.Life became like a dream, how many other 16 year old boys got to sleep with a beautiful 19 year old woman, and her equally beautiful. I had just invited a big strong black guy who was 20 years my junior to my motel room and whom I knew nothing about and whom I had had a two-minute conversion with. Giving a blow-job in a bookstore or at a rest area was one thing, but inviting someone I hadn’t even met before was another. Would he rob me, hurt me, be satisfied with only a blow-job or force me do something I didn’t want to do and **** me? Plus no one knew I was here.When my co-workers asked "Any plans for the week end" "Yeah I'm.