‘I’m ok honey. Just feeling lazy. Are the kids watching Saturday morning cartoons? I might take advantage and read in bed a little.’ Peter looke...d hard at me. ‘Is that all?’ ‘Yes darling. I’m fine. God, I hope this thing goes well for you, and that you are able to deal with it ok. It could just be the early days for them. I am sure when the settle into the divorce they will get control of themselves.’ Peter walked over to me in the bed. He leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. ‘I had a. . Unfortunately, the ‘we’ was now the FBI. Clint knew my desire to stay involved, but told me, “We can’t keep this Folsom intel to ourselves. Not if The Restoration really is planning a nationwide assassination campaign.”I knew Clint was right and I didn’t argue. J. Edgar had the manpower, the budget, the technological resources. And the legal mandate to obtain warrants.Still.Gene Austin’s new plan for the Wrigley was an acknowledgement that the Crossroads gentrification had changed both the. As he headed down towards there, his mind was decidedly unsettled, churning with worry as he saw her standing on the stairs waiting for him. She'd taken off her shawl, holding it in her right hand as she slung her handbag over her left shoulder.He approached her tentatively, unsure of what was to happen."Miss Wong?"She swivelled and gave him an appraising look."Ah, yes, Greg. Took your time huh?" Uh, no, ma'am, I was in the sta..." Shh," she hissed as she cast a furtive gaze around the. One where perhaps more than just head might take place...but I was confused. If it was OK with her to suck my cock as I slept, would other stuff be okay too? How about while we were both awake? I decided to play it by ear. And to make it happen again, of course.... So the following Thursday evening we went out barhopping. I tried to make it look like I was drinking hard; I wasted alot of beer and money that night, but I hoped it would be worth it. After calling it a night (though it was really.