The more she looked and tried to gain interest, the more they fluked – like many were scared of their own shadow. No way did she intend to cheapen h...rself in making it obvious that she needed a guy, she had never done the running so far and had no intention of starting now. And if she tried the direct approach in chatting up any guy she fancied, she was advertising her sexuality in the wrong direction, the guys thinking they were on a promise and, although she was desperate, she did not want. It was time for all the computers to be turned over to the FBI or DHS - whoever wanted them. I was sure Robert had cloned every piece of information on them.I wondered why the government guys seemed to be so far out of the tech loop compared to Robert’s group. The good thing - and I was damn happy - Marcy was billing the FBI for all ten of Robert’s people at a very high rate; we seemed to be doing all the real work.I wanted Robert to ease many of the questions I had that I did not feel. Her eyes were wide-opened and she had crossed her hands over her breasts trying unsuccessfully to prevent her nipples from showing. “I can’t go out like this Richard!” she cried. “You must, you agreed to obey!” I towered over her, and she meekly agreed to submit to my commands. “Are you wearing panties?” I asked. “Yes, of course,” she replied. “Show me.” I growled. She raised her dress to reveal white cotton bikini panties. I stepped over to her, reached my hands out to her waist, grabbed the. "That's a start."Will told me everything he knew of his real mother. Nobody ever told him anything, it seemed as if he always knew. She was a fortuneteller in Greenwich Village. She would tell fortunes simply by analyzing a person's aura and interpolating how that person would react in a given situation.Will added, "As I said, Jim, this may all be wishful thinking. It may be that every adopted person has some wonderful dreams about their real parents, but to me, Katie isn't a fairy tale. She.