“It’s not like the Bureau has spies everywhere, Michael, but we hear things, you know?”I nodded.“Look,” he continued, “I’m not going to ...o into detail, but people talk. Our job is to listen, and to encourage when we need to.”I was pretty sure I knew the answer but I asked anyway, “Where do I come in?”José María put down his coffee and leaned closer.“We want someone close to Monsieur M, close enough to hear things, close enough to see things that might be important to the investigation. You’re. To narrow the field down to twenty-five squads, there needed to be extensive qualifying events. The qualifying was much like the Olympic of old. There would be almost 400 different events, from which each candidate could pick twelve that he was to participate in. The top four finishes would be totaled, giving his/her a ranking score (For example if they finished 5th 67th 103rd, and 212th in their top four events their score was 387.).But, as the lowest score in four events, wins; an important. Carol finshed off her cup of coffee and hung up the phone, having just told Francesca what Jeremy was doing. "Go on upstairs now," her neibour told her, "those nanites are all finished up by now. Remember, they don't change too much, just enough to do what's needed. Enjoy your 'new' son!" Carol walked up with a bit of trepidation; was this moral? Was this even remotely 'decent'? She was changing her own son... but, she was sure, for the better.She came through the hall and looked into her sons. Help me take off my nightie son. I hope the main door is locked.”Oh yes maa.”Amidst a fully lit room, both mom and son were viewing each others nudity. Sheetal indicated her son to place himself in such manner that his cock is placed in front of his mouth. He did so and Sheetal gleefully took it into her mouth and began to chew it. Sheetal was moaning aloud as she suck her son’s long erected dick. Dharmesh was spellbound. He had never experienced this before. He was basically a friendless.