Then you must also be thinking bad of me huh.ME: No No not at all. I mean I know that she was a little hurt by that . But I don’t think it was a big...deal.HE: You don’t ! Well thanks.ME:Yeah I mean you didn’t say you were exclusive or anything and let’s admit you both were there mostly for the fun part (then saying in a low voice) … sex( Then he took my hands into his )HE: Thanks for understanding me. I wish she thought like that too.( next he said as a joke ) Or maybe I should say it would have. After I graduated, I got a job with the same oil company my dad had worked for. My job was to analyze the data they collected from the exploration process and make sense of it. They sent me to a one-week assembly language programming class at IBM followed some time later by another class in FORTRAN. With my math background it was fairly easy for me to pick it up.There was one other thing that was always a big part in my life. My dad's older brother - the one I was named after - owned a jazz. I made up my own mattress and turned the lights off and crawled into it.We lay there talking for a long time, mostly about the move and our hopes for our new life.In the morning, I went and took a pee and then helped her into the bathroom to do the same. She was still naked. As soon as I lowered her onto the toilet I heard her release a stream."Daddy, the floor is still wet from last night. Let's not worry about modesty. You're gonna take your shower with me so that you can wash me without. "We took a ton of pictures of the two," Bobbie cut in. "We are waiting to have them printed and delivered. Then we'll decide which of them will be the best one to enter into a single entry photo contest titled, "Gay times with the FBI." Jesus, lady, that would be lethal." He looked horrified."So is spying in a foreign country." I looked him in the eye and asked, "Are you going to tell me their actions would be condoned if the British authorities became aware of what is going on?" No I won't.