Stating I would not be doing any interviews he continued to drive beside me pacing me to the point that I called 911, saying that I was a fifteen year...old boy heading to school and I was being followed by some guy in a car. At first he did not believe that I had called the cops but when I stopped to get a look at his license plate, he finally get the hint and took off. Only that was not the end of the matter as I came across him again, only this time he was in the parking lot of school. Unexpectedly I found a number of cases up at the very front that we didn’t bring in here with us. One had D. Smith on it. I opened it to find a slightly different uniform from what I was now wearing. It came with black underwear, gloves, boots and goggles that looked like night vision ones. A closer look showed they were the computer enhanced ones like my sunglasses. In Thirty-Six’s case I found she only had panties and a tight top for underwear. The rest was just like mine. I found one for. He said, “Water is basically free coming out of the tap.”“It makes perfect sense,” Sean said.“In what way does it make sense?” the man asked.“Bottled water is worth a dollar forty-nine for a twenty ounce bottle because people pay that much for it,” Sean said. Seeing the expression on the guy’s face, Sean added, “Tap water is worthless. When did you ever see a commercial urging you to buy tap water?”“Never,” the man admitted.“There you go,” Sean said. He took a sip of his coffee and grimaced. I forced my rigid cock back into my pants and quietly zipped my fly as Diane sat down on the sofa at the end farthest from Veronica. The bulge in my pants was impossible to hide, so I made sure to turn with my back towards Diane when I walked past her. I sat beside her on the sofa and quickly crossed my legs to hide my bulge. With the footrest of the easy chair extended, Veronica's feet were only about two feet from my end of the sofa, and pointed directly at us. She began to wiggle her toes.