Or that is what his mind is telling me he believes he is. He is self-employed and working under contract for someone who he believes is government sec...rity, either ASIO or maybe even he thinks, the CIA, who is taking an interest in this organisation, an up and coming concern; which no one has any record of it being created and its management has no solid stable, or traditional roots. That, alone, is cause for alarm in 'certain places'.In addition, the management itself seem to be all talented. There had been more than a few. Ever since hitting his growth spurt at seventeen, Logan had never had many problems attracting female attention. He knew his way around a woman’s body, but this had been something entirely new.Never before had he fucked a woman into unconsciousness! Much less, what had happened immediately after. Something he could only define as ... a transformation.Logan had watched it happen while he kept a worried watch on Karen as she lay sleeping. Over the course of a few. He pumped for several minutes, relishing how she pushed back at him while still licking his first wife’s twat. His ex-boss was yummy as could be, enough so that Joey sorely wished that he had taken his first wife’s advice and just taken her out back and done her. Courtney always did have a solid, direct, and hard-nosed pragmatism to her, one that could be very blunt at times, thankfully so. She seldom seemed to agonize over moral quandaries, either, making snap decisions that were blatantly. Then there were the times when she caught him rummaging in his wooden trunk. He always closed the lid and locked it up just moments before she entered his study. And that was another thing: the trunk. His secrets were in there, locked away with a key—a key that she gained possession of tonight. She removed it from his trouser pocket as he prepared for the party. She had replaced it with a similar-looking key so that he wouldn’t notice it was gone. He wouldn’t worry about his trunk though, not.