" How can you speak for them?" Because we are a family. We understand each other about as well as any people can. You saw how both of them went out of... their way when you needed help. Martha and I did the same for Richard when he needed it and if someone else landed on our door step tomorrow I hope you would be right there with us to help them."Still 'picking up strays', eh? It used to drive Gram wild when you took strangers into your house. She never could understand it." I'm sure she had a. “Well, I guess I’m hanging with you guys for a while if that’s ok,” she said as she walked back to the blanket. Looking down at herself, she realized she was hanging in the breeze and pulled her top up over her head and tossed it to the sand, “and if you don’t mind, I think I’m going to join you.” Not only had she gone topless, she wasted no time dropping her bottoms to the sand as well. “Feel free,” was all I could say, still hoping my sunglasses were dark enough that she could not see me. You're free to go, but you stay, needing me to push you further into yourself. You listen to the words I say out loud. The names I call you swirling in your mind. I watch your hesitation, admiration for my courage, my stamina, you see my intention. Tears spill. Slammed against the bed, holding yourself strong. Something so deeply primal, organic, and passionate within me, eliciting vulgarity. Your adorable indecency. Fuck. Your sight speaks to me. I can see you, the true you. Your will to. It's all part of this new image shit that we are trying to achieve." I still don't understand that. How the hell are we going to fit into that black bag shit, if we are on TV." Executive Security Service is about protection, not black bag shit, as you call it." he said."Oh come now, You aren't going to try to tell me that your boss is suddenly above a little industrial espionage. Because if you do, I'm gonna laugh in your face." I said."Our operation isn't going to be doing anything like that..