My mother had gone to sleep in her room and I knocked on the door. My mother opened it, looking very sleepy indeed. Again her hair was loose. She was ...ooking like an angel. Now my mother was 38 years old, but she still looked pretty, though she was a little on the fat side. I was staring at her face, when I heard her say,” What is it Anand?” I said Mom, I need to speak to you about yesterday. She immediately blushed and as the color rushed to her face, blood rushed to my loins! I told her that. What we need is a better partnership with the Feds on those infrastructure costs. If we're asked to improve, for instance, passenger service in some areas, then the Feds need to step in to pay for at least a good portion of those costs. If we are forced to take over 'directed service' on a rail line that has 10mph speed restrictions because of track conditions and are required to upgrade to, say, a minimum of 25mph, which is a whole lot of bucks to do but we're expected to pay for it, do you. He had found the typical hints of it ever since they got together. She was out with her girl friends all the time, dressing up in sexy, but still elegant clothes. She had called him from a friend's house several times, seemingly out of breath, and telling him she'd be late. And she often undressed in the dark, sometimes only turning the light on once her pussy and ass were smothering his face.More than that, she had hinted during almost every of their recent sex sessions that she might have to. The federal judge in Denver declared justifiable homicide. Just that ... no riders or dependent clauses attached ... no extenuating circumstances.Justifiable, he’d said.Freaky.I didn’t even have to go to Denver.One thing the judge did say in the privacy of chambers. “Who let that idiot go to Quantico?”Nobody had an answer ... other than every occupation is a cross section ... a slice ... of America. Sometimes weeds get in.“That girl is a good one. Is anyone actively recruiting her?”“No.”“Well,.