I was just left to cool my heels. That wasn’t too surprising. I’m sure the mess at the compound brought up a lot of questions they had to sort out...first, and Barrett probably threw them for a loop.Eventually they did get around to talking to me. They seemed pretty hell bent on finding something to charge me with. First it was questions about my working with Barrett or the Russians. They had this elaborate theory that I was hired muscle for them. It didn’t really stand up to any reasoning, but. But we did get naked and swim. She wanted to feel my dick slide against her naked pussy, and we did that until I nearly got a cum, but she wanted to wait. She told me again about always wanting to walk down the stairs at night and skinny dip, then fuck all night. She asked me if I would make her dream come true.”“Did you tell her you would? I know my son, he told her would. I love you, Derek. Now fuck my pussy. I’m so proud of you. Tell Evelyn I may come over with you one night and skinny dip. ..with the only exception of one small box that was left un-opened in the middle of the floor which looked a bit abnormal since the movers wouldn't leave a box out in the open like this. But of course Gwen's curiosity got the better of her as she would now feel compelled to open said box to see what was inside. Thinking it was just leftover junk from her storage unit she would pick up the box and walk towards the basement, the supposed only part of the house that had to be thoroughly deep. I said, “Nah, I’m goanna take Rebecca home”. We got back to the apartment and she started striping. She was stacked, if you know what I mean. She started hitting on me; I knew it was the booze so I told her to sleep it off. She wouldn’t listen so I went to get a glass of water. When I came back, she was passed out. Then I saw it, her beautifully pedicure delicious white toes; like little angles. I couldn’t get them out of my mind. I picked up her shoes and then her socks, I took a sniff; it was.