All three of them are knockouts." You won't get any arguments out of me there." I agreed with her laughing, "And you won't catch me complaining either.... But if I were hitting on Agent Peel I would most certainly also be hitting on you. You my fair haired FBI Agent are quite the knockout in your own right."I was giving my best impression of someone who was leering at her. I hoped I looked like a real lecherous villain. She blushed pink. Then we both started laughing.Subsequently, probably to. Both where so happy, and there were tears from both. Finally Sonja spoke."Let's go to our bedroom. We'll clean this up later, I have to have you inside me," she panted."Our bedroom?" he thought maybe his mother's mind was a little addled after her orgasm."You don't think I'm going to keep you out of my bed now do you," she opened her eyes and grinned at her son, and he did the same.They stood up arms around each other and swayed to the bedroom. Sonja flopped on the bed, but Corey had nearly. This room had a dumbwaiter probably leading to the floor below, but it was too small for a human to fit inside, so I ignored it.The other door from the dining room led to a small bedroom with a bathroom and a closet off it. This room was obviously used, so it must be one of the rooms occupied by the bodyguards. The only other door led to the hallway, so I was covered for those two rooms.My next door was the one opposite the room that I just left. This was also a bedroom with four twin beds in. As I said, I was pretty out of it. I’d had a lot to drink, it was late and the party was over. I went into the darkened bedroom, stripped down to my shorts, pulled back the covers and collapsed into bed. The cool sheets felt wonderful on my skin! I stretched out, relishing the dark room and quickly fell into a deep sleep. At some point, I became aware that maybe I was not alone. I wasn’t awake, and I wasn’t asleep either. I was in some sort of weird in between zone…somewhat aware of what was.