This was certainly no problem for Jack or me because we could teleport in and out whenever we wished.The common workers were brought in from a nearby ...own by our version of a shuttle bus. It was the body of a real bus with the motor and all of that stuff removed. The bus shell was teleported from a single pickup point in the town to the plant each morning and returned that afternoon. Food at the plant and other such necessities were supplied by a dedicated replicator. Other than the salaries. There was nothing in the spy cams in that house that would excite me.I decided to check the cams to see who was moving in, but that would have to wait. I had to shower and make myself presentable for an interview with a local journalist. She wanted to interview me about my home based business which I had successfully franchised to many others around the country.Amber Richards was the name of the journalist, and she arrived right on time. I was very surprised when I opened the door. I had not. It was nothing for us as a family to see each other completely naked, even dad wound get up in the middle of the night for a pee, and without thinking walk to the toilet naked and sometimes his Willy would be sticking out in front looking really hard, so it was something we never found strange or embarrassed about. From an early age I used to think about sex, for a girl it seemed unusual because everyone used to say only boys had sex on their minds twenty – four hours a day, but I was always. She directly went to bed and couldn't sleep I checked internet or tv so that I can stop thinking about some scenes which makes me feel so weird in my stomach.In the morning of next day started like any other day. We never talked about it. We just went to eat breakfast. We saw some friends and they invited us to the party in the evening. We thought that it would be fun and we were almost in the end of our Egypt vacation. In the meanwhile I was thinking about last evening and wishing not to see.