I took a picture of his badge, his nametag and finally his face. Then I took a picture of each of them."What the hell do you think you are doing?" the... one with the Sergeant's stripes asked."Ask the officer here what he was doing taking my picture," I suggested. "I think there is such a thing as professional standards where you work. If not there should be," I said."I wasn't taking a picture," the officer said."Of course not, and I didn't really take yours either," I said. "Of course it might. I had never had a room that was mine. One that I could decorate and keep all of my things. In fact, I did not really have things. I had a few personal items that I always had, but that was it. Even clothes were bough new wherever we went. Slipping out of my clothes, I made my way into my current bathroom and started the current shower. I needed to relax a little before going to bed. Though I was sure that I was going to be up all night once again trying to figure things out. “Andie,” my. Our grunts and moans filled the air. "Oh, oh, ohhhh", she repeated with each stroke. I marveled at how tight Megan's pussy was in spite of her work. And from her moans I could tell she was more than satisfied with my cock.Fucking my fantasy girl from behind felt fantastic, but I just had to see her face. I pulled out and she instinctively turned over and laid back on the bed. I climbed on and knelt between her knees. I took a couple of calming breaths before re-entering her perfectly. School was going to have to be a secondary concern, but I thought I could still take some classes. I would also try to make sure I had the time I needed to see the launch of Deckhouse’s new Trimaran yacht. Martin was promising some fantastic new tech and I was excited to be part of it all.Shit. Now I had to go house hunting. In Los Angeles.I had given Jake one of the downstairs offices as his own a couple of years ago, never going in there except to clean after he left each time, and he headed.