”“Josh, you´re a nice guy. But you´re totally gullible. I really don´t know if I can let you go out there without guidance again. You won´t st...nd a chance against the next evil bitch. You´re just too nice. And what´s the sense in saving you today if you´re too naive to survive on your own afterwards.”“What?” I don´t understand a thing.“Josh, you believed that crap?” She actually starts to laugh, but tries to do it silently. “I was brought up quite sheltered and had very good grades at school.. Then it hit me that I had made a huge mistake coming here.Suddenly I heard something behind me. “Make yourself at home, you big cock loving fucking slut!” I turned and could not believe my eyes. He wore a pair of black spandex stretch slacks; they had no pockets no belt. They looked a lot like the ones teen age rock stars wear. The material was ultra thin and wow were they revealing! I could very clearly see the outline of his cock which even though flaccid was massive in its length and girth.. With the classwork and all the extra things I had after class I didn't have the time to travel the distance to visit them and I hadn't seen them since Christmas Break. I took the drive back home for the summer. When I walked into the house I was first greeted by my father with a handshake then my mother in the kitchen with a hug, then by my sister running and screaming leaping through the air and gave me a huge hug. I had just got home in time for dinner so we all sat down and caught up since I. This afternoon’s session had turned into a joint session that was not on any schedule I had seen.The guests were the Director of National Intelligence Agency Art Cummings and Director Frank Love of the CIA; my partner in many crimes - where that thought came from I had no idea. Marty Coeburn, FBI and Eric from DHS also walked in. The last person was the Assistant Secretary of State Steven Crowley whose appointment was approved while I was in Kampala; he was the number 2 man in the state.