A guy, who looked more like a body-builder than an IRS agent, introduced himself as IRS Sr Agent Barry Manley. I always pictured someone from the IRS ...ooking nerdy. This guy looked like he spent more time carrying around a desk than working behind one!He introduced Treasury Dept. Sr Agent Jeff Haskell and he looked nerdy enough, but stood over 6½ feet tall. They both showed us their IDs and asked where they should park the truck.We opened the garage door and told them to back it in as close as. “Is this what you expected?” I pushed a copy of today’s Justice across the breakfast table to my student who was eating her shredded wheat with sliced bananas.“Special Edition? We made the cover?” Shock was evident in her naïve face.I wasn’t surprised. They had called me a few times asking for an interview or quotes. I gave my standard response: As long as they marked Fact or Speculation and followed that up, I would let them write what they wanted. Justice was very reputable. “Looks that. I was sucking both her tits and she was bumping her ass against the sofa.Then she took me to her bedroom and laid me down. But I came over on her and took tits first. Her tits were hard and were like candies. I kept sucking them. Neha couldn’t control and quickly removed my clothes.She saw me naked and hugged tightly and slowly whispered, “You are my man tonight. I am going to Australia with my husband and won’t return. Give me a fuck to remember!”.Listening to this, I quickly undressed her and. After a minute, I shivered and then felt flushed again.I decided to run a bath, to have a plausible reason for being up so late. My parents knew I enjoyed soaking in the tub late at night when I couldn't sleep, a habit I still have today.I started my bath, and while the hot water ran in the old claw-footed tub, I closed my eyes and again the images of what I had seen burned in my mind. He had been seated in his wingback chair in front of our fireplace, the glow of the embers shining off her.