Where, and what time?’ ‘Seven thirty, at the Colonial House on Maple Street. Okay?’ ‘Great.’ We were right on time, and Bobby was already th...ere. We were all dressed casually, jeans and short sleeved shirts, and certainly didn’t look like representatives of a police department, which was just fine with us. She greeted us and said she’d already ordered appetizers for us to munch on for a while, before we had to get serious about our entrees. ‘What’s on your minds?’ ‘The personal protection. Your son Mark didn’t talk to me much. He was a distant figure to me. You were much more talkative. I like talkative people. That’s why I decided to spend time with you whenever possible. Actually, this reason wasn’t the true one. I made it up, so that I wouldn’t have to tell anyone how badly I wanted to bang you. I knew I would be in Germany only for seven days, so I didn’t have much time to bring my idea to life. I didn’t even know if I’d succeed, but I had to try. Your son, you, and I slept. ”“So, have IT restore your access,” said Folsom.“I tried, but apparently only three people now have the necessary rights required to modify user access permissions; Brian Hibbert, Sean Wallace, and Amanda Wallace.”“Hold on,” said Folsom. “Let me conference Hibbert in on our call.”Folsom initiated a conference call. He and Morris listened waiting for Brian Hibbert to answer.“IT, Brian speaking.”“Brian, this is Tom Folsom. I have Mark Morris on the phone with us as well. Mark is telling me that. .LOL I couldn't believe it eitherbut it's true! He went to the golf course that morning, hung over I'm sure and I hung around the house some.That night rolled around and when he got home, I was sitting on the sofa and he went to his bedroom to take a shower and change clothes. We he came back out, he was wearing only his underwear and nothing else. That in itself was very different from normal and when he walked past me, I could see he cock peeking out some from under his shorts. He sat in his.