I may be dumb, but I'm not stoopid, so I didn't bring up the fact that if she treated me like a son and Sarah like a daughter, then how could Sarah be... my girlfriend?Surprisingly, the G-men wanted the meeting to be in my 'office'. When I reminded them the size of my office, they told me to rent another, larger space in the building and that the FBI world pay the rent. I called the gee that owned the building and he was overjoyed! He told me to meet the superintendent at 8.00 AM and he would show. I came out of my room. The mildly cold air in the verandah had rather a freshening effect on me and I felt more energized.I noticed that the lights were still on in my son's room, which was at the other side of verandah. His windows were though covered with curtains, but it was clear that he was awake. I felt curious... "Why he is studying so late at night, he doesn't have any exams now and it was a Sunday?" I went to his windows and tried to sneak a quick look through the gap between the. It wouldn't be hard for them to tell who he was and who the other was, but he might find it a little difficult. "Hell," he thought to himself, he still could have a lot of fun feeling them up.Thinking he'd been smart diving underwater and coming up at the deep end of the pool, he was surprised when he heard, "5... 4... 3... 2... 1 ... Marco" down his end of the pool. Real close by."Polo" he said and also heard Sam echo it too, but down the shallow end.He waited till the count of 5 and then. We decided on our starter and main course – Joan and I decided to share our starter and so chose a sharing platter. The kids went for their favoured starters as we had expected. Sam came back fairly promptly with our drinks and leant across the table right in front of me to pass the drinks to the kids. I wasn’t complaining as I got an eyeful of her top and the down between her breasts – I wasn’t sure that the buttons had been that undone that much when she served us earlier, but with the sight.