Let's go," she commanded. I nodded and we went back to the house. We never kissed, except the little simple kisses when we said good-bye with our par...nts watching, again. I missed kissing her.Then we both graduated high school. Dee went off to college and I went to work, in a factor, building tractors. Big, yellow tractors. The kind with the tracks on them. For the next six years, Dee and I hardly saw each other. I did meet a girl and we were married. I loved her dearly and she me. It. That’s some good fucking, he thought.He walked into the room and took it in like a crime scene, picturing where the pair had flipped over and fucked throughout the evening. From the look of it, every corner of the room had been involved.He looked up at the giant ceiling mirror hanging directly over the bed. There was something sticky speckled across it. Something silvery, and wet.Oh fuck. That’s cum.Suddenly, he heard a sound go off from the bathroom--water running. And Carson suddenly realized. You know what curiosity does to most people. She was in the hall close to the room when she was overtaken by the other girls in the dark. She was herded into the room being mistaken as one of them. The girls had always been quiet when they were watching, Just grunts, groans, whimpers - the kind of noise that happened as things got heated up. The big thing is the group is all touchy feely. Jeanna was in the middle of the group so she was getting rubbed, fondled and kissed from both sides.I was. She hugged Walker warmly. Women seem to do that.“I compared the video captures with the SafeGuard assignment sheets.”“Shit!” She looked stunned. Something so simple, so logical.She sighed, “Who?”“Guy named Marcus Wilson Roosevelt, no priors. That we could find.”“The Sullivans?”I nodded.The sergeant didn’t comment on illegalities, the fact that they were hackers. “They’re good.” But I knew Mr. Roosevelt would be run through the downtown system in the next few minutes.She dialed headquarters,.