"He accused you of sleeping with me to get a good review, is that the gist of it?"She nodded, her head bowed and looking at the desk and not me."God d...mn him anyway. He has no right to accuse you of that. He is way out of bounds and he's going to hear it from me," I spat."No ... please Cam, don't make it worse. I denied everything but I can't prove it. You know the truth, but he's just jumping to conclusions." Listen, Siobhan, I can't let him talk to you this way. He's violated a very clearly. “No. They just wanted to trash the place,” John said.“That’s what we thought.” said the officer. “We got the man who did it. He was walking down the street trying to look innocent, but as it’s a cul-de-sac and he had oil down the front of his jeans it was a dead give-away.” The man laughed dryly.“D’you know who he is?”“He’s not talking, but he will,” said the officer. “Anyone got it in for you?”“Oh yes,” John said with feeling, “but I didn’t think he’d be daft enough to try something like. She went over to the bed and got up on top of Al, straddling him between her thighs. She lowered herself onto his cock and started humping him."Oh, yeah," he sighed, "that how to do it."He looked up at her as she bounced on his cock, her breasts swaying with each thrust."You like that, Massa?" asked the young slave girl. "You like havin' yo' nigga fuck you like this?" Yeah," he said. "Fuck me like that." His closed his eyes as she continued to move herself up and down on him.She was getting. Then the floors got two coats of epoxy paint. All the ductwork and the plenum was cleaned by an industrial service with a TSP solution and rinsed, then a long-term fungicide was sprayed into them. The air filters and fans were replaced too, of course.The cavity beneath the bridge console was the best sealed space on board. I was very happy to find no mold within it. I just gave it and its contents a thorough wiping down with fungicide. I made sure to not miss a nook, cranny or joint before.