.. each step sounded closer and closer. What if the brush was not enough to cover me? Perhaps the jogger would be able to see my white ass on the side...of the road, and then no doubt he would think I was some sort of pervert, especially considering the goddamned erection I still had.He was close... very close... just next to me... I squeezed my eyes even more...Tap, tap... tap, tap... the footsteps started sounding farther and farther away. The jogger had passed me without stopping, he hadn’t. You know ... the guy who was sitting outside your door waiting for you." Oh, hi! So nice of you to stop by. Come on in."I opened the door and found her putting away the bomber jacket and brushing her hair. I was struck again by her unusual beauty. That and her attitude. Dynamite, pure nitroglycerin, maybe C4, 'cause it sure was packed into some interesting shapes.She was in the process of getting dressed. Or undressed first, I guess. She shucked her boots and then her blouse and bra. I reached. "That would involve extradition from Massachusetts and since she isn't being charged with a crime, it would be a long drawn out situation." I said using what I learned on the internet Sunday night about such things."It would make a better case with her testimony. She's depending on her control over her current victim to soften that testimony." Benson said."Hasn't the threat of bringing in Allison and others been used to get her to look for a deal?" I asked."We think she abused Ms. McGruder when. I wasgoing to have to design and install a piece of code without being caughtor causing the computer controlling the vat to shut down. By my tenthbirthday I had read half the books in the public library on coding. Threeof the kids in the computer club were testing and teaching me. Dad wasstill disappointed that I wasn't going to suddenly turn into a jock, buthe seemed happier than he had been. Sam however knew that I was up tosomething. Or at least he thought that I was. And he stuck even.