Once the computer finishes booting up he logs onto the Internet.While waiting for the system to go on-line Robert glances at his watch and realizes th... security guard is due to arrive soon. Since he doesn’t want anyone to accidentally observe what he’s doing he waits for the guard in the living room. A few minutes before one o’clock the front doorbell rings. Robert goes to the door and finds the young security guard whom he’d briefly seen the day before.“Mister Alexander, I’m Mike Barlow. Kyle. “so there’s one more thing. I didn’t bring this up before.. Yes you did provide proof that you’re mother and son, but this could still just be a fictional story. I’m inclined to request that the two of you conduct a sexual act that I can witness, to know that you really were intimate.” My mother and I looked at each other. “obviously you don’t have to, but if you don’t, I would have to note that your story is not 100% verified in my study.”“you want to watch us have sex?” I asked. “not. He remembered how she looked inthat cute printed blue sundress. How he would watch her sit down andcross her legs, and how he would notice how the full skirt would flowdown from her waist and out onto the pew. Oh, and those white strappyheels she wore. They were so girly, so dainty compared to his heavyblack oxfords. He wondered how she walked in them, how they felt on herfeet? Or if the matching ribbons in her hair tickled her neck? Yes, hethought, that was just the cutest outfit! I mean,. I was lucky enough to have a schedule that overlapped with theirs while their schedules collided with each others. With that thought in mind, a question started to form. We had reached Jenkin’s Hall. I opened the door for him since his hands were full and I had one free. ‘Why are you escorting me to class today? I thought you had a class starting at the same time in the opposite direction.’ He kissed my cheek as he passed by. It was an elegant move that did not threaten to spill the drinks he.