”Leslie looked at him with interest.“Come on inside,” he said. “I’m going to fix a glass of iced tea and I’ll tell you all about it. I alm...st called you this afternoon. I wish I would have now. Of course, it might not have worked out if I had.”Leslie was intrigued. Brock’s voice no longer held the toneless quality it had possessed since February. In fact, he seemed almost happy to see her. Well, at least he probably would wait to tell everyone goodbye now, she thought.They sat in the living. ‘Hi Hon,’ my husband’s voice sounded from the tiny speaker. ‘I guess you’re up and out early, maybe swimming a few laps?’ The message was time stamped at 6:30 a.m. ‘I would have sent you my usual good morning text, but Jennifer has my cellphone. She accidentally threw it in her briefcase last night with a bunch of stuff she was taking home. I was going crazy trying to figure out what happened to it until she called.’ He was laughing, and I picked up a hint of exhaustion in his voice. Maybe he. It is my job to make sure you are safe, secure, and your life is protected at all costs. We can't just 'forget' that part of my job because you are concerned about the President's safety."At the same time I agree that this is a very unusual problem, and one I have never had to examine before. One the one hand we are talking about you and your safety, but on the other, we are talking about possibly choosing the President over the Vice President. If you look at it strictly, that is the right. He didnt think for a minute about not wearing it and lying to Rich. He had to make a good impression on him. He had only known him for a day but was already developing a case of hero worship. He hoped Mr. Bateman could teach him to be as cool and confident as Rich seemed. He pulled the stiff suit on, stuffing his cock inside the woefully small pouch area, and then looked at himself in the mirror. He blushed at the sight of him wearing such a revealing garment, and quickly grabbed some boxers.