I’m not allowed to remove those reports if they are written. They have to stay locked up, inside the safe rooms.“It’s just how it is.”Jennifer...seemed to accept my answer at face value.At least I hoped so.In the basement of the Residence my team was busy trying to work their way through the new information provided by Sam. The permutations of the thing were frightening because everything about it was off the wall.How do you stuff all that smoke back into a bottle?How do we protect Sam, prosecute. Robbie slid across the undulating water bed, and Lauralee stared down to watch the rising of her son's prick, seeing it thicken and grow longer.The brown matting of his pubic hair looked soft and appealing, and she remembered the touch of it against her face, the ultra-soft caress of his sack. Lauralee couldn't ever recall seeing his father's hard cock close up; she had been repelled by the very idea and now she wondered what her former husband's cock would be like. Shaking the thought away,. She thought to herself, “Not much of a tip for you, pal.”She slipped off her skirt, decided to keep her heels on, and waited for the ‘all clear’.There was a perfunctory knock as the bathroom door opened and Helena felt all the blood seemingly drain from her face as Michael Hughes walked in. A worried looking Carl peeked over his shoulder stuttering, “He insisted on talking to you, I didn’t know he would be coming here tonight. Is everything alright?”“I’ll take it from here, Carl” said Michael. Lt. Merkus was there a heartbeat later and he ordered everyone to be quiet and then me to give a report. After I finished, Har-Hi handed him the bag. “We found this in the drain, Sir. I think it is a Bonglee.”Merkus gasped. “How could that be? The pipes are Mini Bot inspected and lead to the break down recyclers. There hasn’t been a Bonglee incident in decades.”I actually snapped at him. “The same way Spindlars commit suicide.”Shaka pointed at the bathroom. “You are telling us that has happened.