"Yes, Daddy," she said. After that, she finished her work and we left the restaurant to head for her apartment.Once we were out on the highway, I set ...he cruise control on the limo. "Now Michelle, what's going on? What is happening that has you so quiet and down in the dumps? And don't tell me it's nothing because if it was nothing I wouldn't be bringing it up," I asked her.She sighed, knowing that I wasn't going to let this go. "Well… it's you, Roger," she said with a big breath."Me?" Yes, you. She reached up and kisses him with a passion he didn’t know she had in her. He kissed her back slipping his tongue into her mouth and massaging her tongue, her hand running through his hair and down his back, his hands running down her back to her ass her tries to find the fastener of the dress to take it off.She breaks the kiss and stands in front of him, her head a little above his when standing she finds the fastener and holds it, he unbuttons his shirt and pulls her towards him and nuzzles. The information condensed to the fact that there were a bunch of radical Muslims who had just arrived in town, and they were trying to recruit men to join them in a Holy War against the US. They claimed to be from Yemen, and their first plan was to put pressure on the State of Massachusetts to pull its NG out of the Middle East. They seemed to have no idea how the US government and the Army really worked; they seemed to think that we had a tribal society run much like that of Yemen. In other. "We both know that motel has dual security. One camera is on the roof and the other is behind the front desk." Seriously?" she asked.It dawned on me that she hadn't seen the surveillance feed either."I'm sorry, Jane," I told her. "I assumed you were trying to save me from myself again." I'm through with fighting that losing battle," she said."Yeah, well, I can relate to that," I replied, reflecting on the battle I was having with my wife at the moment. "Anyway, my security guy tells me that he.