.. I said...well Yes!!..they told me to follow them and I can take more pictures. As they turned around...their bums were bulging out from behind and...I turned on my camera and lowered it to face their shapely bums and they started walking. Their bum cheeks shook wildly as they walked. I recorded their bums with my camera from behind as I followed them. We came to a secluded area and no one was there. One of the girls came in front of me and pointed her finger into my lip and ran her fingertip. “You sure about that?” My mom snorted angrily.“This was Justin!” My dad was ready to throw me under the bus and I was angry at him for automatically assuming it was me. He told her he had caught me once looking at the site from my room. That was true but I had not even created a user account so how could I have spent money?“No, it wasn’t Justin!” My mom stood up for me.“Who then? Brandon?” My Dad made the suggestion my little brother might have done it as an absurd idea because Brandon would. I can stop by on my way home from the gym." I hang up the phone with my mom and climb into my car. The first thing I do is blast the air conditioning. The radio clicks on and Marvin Gaye's voice croons over the speakers - 'Sexual Healing.' Ugh. I could use a little sexual healing. It's been a while since I was last fucked. I lost my virginity to Derek Marshall on my 17th birthday and we had a bunch of crazy sex for a few months after that. Since Derek and I broke up though, I haven't been with. I wondered if I should relinquish command of the Lincolnshire Militia, thereby allowing me the freedom to search for Maddox, whom I assumed would be in England, and after finding and killing him look for Eloise de La Zouche on the Continent.I would definitely require assistance for the latter, and probably for the former, and the only place and person that could provide the means to achieve my ends was MI6, and John Stafford.There was also the problem of my sister Rebekah, who appeared to be in.