The other was givinginstructions.I knew one from my days in the Navy. I knew he had a high securitiyclearance. He was called John Morrison. We both we...t toe to toe a fewtimes. He lost each time but not by much. The other was called DaveOrtiz. Monty spoke with full authoritiy. He said, "Now gentelmen, pleasestop what you are doing. If you donot, I will be forced to use thisdevice."John said, "Hello Scotty. I see you brought some good back up. Dont trythe Smith and Jones act with me. I know you. You’re going my way anyway,” I say, trying to be as casual as I can.“Sure, thanks Chris,” she smiles.We head off and wait for the train. “You know, you really didn’t need to come with me Chris. But thanks, I’m pretty sure Greg was going to volunteer if no one else did.”“Yeah Greg is not the best company. He is 60. You wouldn’t have much to talk about,” I joked.The train arrives and we both get on. Something wasn’t right about this train though. It’s almost midnight and there are too many people. I assumed Emily was not used to such intimate conversations or having someone genuinely interested in what she had to say.Even though it was still in the upper seventies and the moonlight wasn't all that bright, I could clearly see her nipples poking through the sheer material of the sleeveless shirt she'd worn for our night out.It was getting late when I finally called Chad to pick us up."When we get home, can I spend the night with you?" Emily asked timidly as we waited for the limo."So long. I grabbed an extra towel and went to bring it down the hall to my mother. As I approached her door, I could see her through the dusky darkness, laying down like she was with her hand between her legs. She was writhing back and forth, slowly and softly moaning. I didn’t interrupt, but stood there and watched her. She was using one hand to massage her breasts and the other was between her legs. It made me think of the movies I had seen before and I felt myself getting excited. She turned her head.