"I snorted. "It's your turn, Kathy." Well, she didn't know that." Ah." Devious of me, wasn't it?" Yeah, my devious Machiavellian sister. Lord, the thi...gs I have to put up with," I said in a piteous voice. She snickered. "So is she okay with it, or what?" Well, I think she's half curious and half afraid." Did you tell her that I know about you two?" Not yet. She had to get off the phone and go eat dinner." Ah. You going to tell her?" Maybe. I guess I'll just have to see how it goes. I will tell. “It would be better right now if we call him a terrorist bomb maker. We won’t have to say shit to anyone else. Are you going to stay out of it?” She asked.“I’d love to, but it ain’t gonna happen,” I said. I handed her Agent Wilkes card, which I had kept in my wallet for over half a year. “Call this jerk from my burner phone. Tell him only what is necessary to get him to bring a team down here quick.”“Then tell him, I have a plan.” I gently demanded.Wilkes didn’t like my plan when he first heard. When I arrived to work on Monday, Sandy has sent me an email asking me to stop in and see her as soon as I had a chance. So just before my lunch break I popped into her office and asked if she wanted to see me. She got up from her desk and dragged me into the empty conference room, and closed the door. She had tears in her eyes as she explained how she couldn't afford to lose her job, and asked me if I had kept this to myself and not told anyone else. I felt badly for her, and I reassured her. I do. I remember feeling like I was watching from above, not really in control of what I'm doing. I remember asking him questions about liking what I was doing and feeling like I was talking like a porn star. At one point he has me in doggie style where I'm having to hold onto his foot board for support as he fucks me hard from behind and is forcefully spanking me. This was my favorite part of the night. So at some point in the night I go into his closet and put his jeans on. Nothing else. I go.