She smiled as she went intothe kitchen. She went into the living room and sat down. As she crossed herlegs I got a nice beaver shot and saw her pantie... again. She caught me looking at her and smiled. I was beginning to think she was a tease. Then she said "I remember seeing you at the mall the other day checking me out. I purposely keptcrossing and uncrossing my legs so you could see my panties". I told her she hadvery nice legs. "Would you like to touch them?". My heart sank. "Your dad. " I lost control Tommy, we nearly, well you know." No you didn't mum, you didn't lose control, you responded to your emotions, your feelings and so did I." Can I have a cigarette please?"I lit one for her, using one hand, she was clinging to me and I didn't want it to end."There you go, a kiss by way of a cigarette." The real thing's a lot nicer." The real thing's beautiful, just like the lady who showed me the real thing." Oh Tommy, I've not shown you the real thing," she looked up into my. And I could not help you. You loved bi-sexual woman. You had a yearning for them: it was an obsession. You wanted me so badly to be part of your life - but you also wanted me to be sexually involved with another woman. You even asked me to find a playmate. You wanted me to bring another woman into our bed. Yet you didn't want to touch her, didn’t want to be involved in a threesome. No, you wanted to watch while I and another woman enjoyed each other. The major obstacle to all that was quite. They collect tidbits of data concerning the real threat to the United States. And then 5225 acts on them.5225, as it calls itself, is run by a woman named Melody A, a 53 year old woman with three computers (only one of which is connected to the internet), a multi line phone, four pens, and a yellow legal pad on her desk. The 'A' is for Armstrong. The other ten or so people who are at HQ (everything is paramilitary there) also have initials instead of last names, and Melody A. is the only one.