“Ma’am, how do you know about that,” he said, switching off the speaker.Whitaker’s eyes squinted as she watched him, her investigator brain st...arting to kick into overdrive at the hint of something secret. Taylor held up a finger and stepped out of the car, away from Whitaker.“John, I sit on the intelligence committee. I’ve seen your file. The full one, not the slimmed down one your FBI friends got.”“Yes, Ma’am, it was from then. The person I know was in charge of the Russian team.”“Good. Mr.. I shrugged it off and decided to play a game n my iPhone. It wasprolly twenty minutes later my notifications started to interrupt mygame. After the sixth notification, I switched from my game to my texts. all the texts were from Chase and they were all pics. I could notbelieve my eyes as I looked at pic after pic. The pics showed my olderbrother Luke, on his knees and sucking Chase's cock. Another pic showed himsucking on his nuts. Another showed Luke on his hands and knees and hismuscular ass. Somewhere but I'm not in the state to "see". They usually look like anybody else or are totally invisible unless you can get in the right state of mind to view their true selves. It's been so long and I'm so out of practice but the feeling is strong. I have to "see". I have always felt that one day I would be reunited with my people. The older I've gotten the more impatient I've become. I had almost given up. I do the only thing I can think to do to allow me to see what I suspect. Not that. 'LacyLady' sent me a message welcoming me to the site. Something about seeing me in cyberspace. Why does 'cyberspace' rhyme with 'on my face'? I could not help but wonder...I sat intently in front of the computer with my new fake identity when a notice popped up that I have a new chat message. That was not all that popped up. I clicked on it. It was 'LacyLady'. Oh My God."How are you?" she asked in the chat."I'm fine." Welcome to the site. I think you will like it." Yes, I think so." So, have.