As Tom accepted the cup, Mark gave him a quick double take and arched an eyebrow in suspicion, "And just what are you so friggin' happy about this mor...ing, boss?" Then his eyes widened in malicious glee, "Oh my lord, you got laid, didn't you? Jumping Jesus on a pogo stick! Here, I was starting to think that you might have gone all poofster on us."Tom fixed his friend with a look of mock indignation. "Describing what happened to me last night as getting laid is like describing the finest seven. I'd originally thought about taking Emma to a motel, but that seemed wrong somehow, and my place in the city was too far. Besides, this was not a simple love affair or sexual tryst. There was a wrongness about this and a transgressiveness that was a deep part of the very fabric of this relationship at this point. Maybe we could have done it in a car, or behind a dumpster, or in some basement boiler room, but that's the way it had to be, furtive, secretive, perverse and illicit. My office would. It might have been TV shows or the weather or vacation-planning. The sights were too good to really drink in anything but Mom. As she rose from the tub, she carefully dried off, padding her body more than drying it. When she did her back, she turned around and I took in the sight of her gorgeous rear end. Her buttocks were quite large but they seemed to anchor her voluptuous frame in a manner most appropriate. When Mom stepped out of the tub and went to hang her used towel on the rack, I. Michael was sitting in a small office inside a large hangar in the maintenance section of the airfield. Offered coffee or water they were treating him as though he was someone of interest, this puzzled him as he listened to the detective continue."We are not at liberty to disclose much of the story, however I can tell you that you are not under any type of suspicion. We have an interest in several passengers on the plane and wanted to ask you just a few questions prior to letting you go on your.