’ I considered it, pushing the phone back into my pocket. Before I had an opportunity, there was a vibration from David’s jeans instead. He leant ...back from the desk to pull it out. His eyes darted over the screen and he grinned. Somehow, I knew it was Wesley on the other end. David typed something back. It vibrated again, he read the message and shook his head. A subtle and small movement he only did to himself. Intense curiosity burnt through me. What were they saying to each other? Was. That was a great sight, it being covered by only thin satiny pyjama pants and I was smiling contentedly as I settled back to my mug of tea and newsletter.Even though the walls seemed reasonably soundproof I could still here Mom's toileting. The rattle of her piddle splashing into the toilet and then it's flushing preceded the filling of the basin. Mom was obviously just going to have a good wash down the same as me. Soon I heard her swear and then the bathroom door opened a little and she. He had found it two days ago while walking the blockfrom the bus stop to his house. It was strange thing to find, completelygray and despite it's appearance, very lightweight. However, it didn'tseem to do much of anything. It was just a gray metal box that sat onhis desk... like an overgrown paperweight.Jeremy sat down at his desk, picking the box up and examining it. Hehad, ever since he found it, examined it to see if, perhaps, he couldopen it. So far he had no luck but he DID have free. Perhaps not quite the standard of Heather Locklear, but better looking than many prostitutes Phil had hired. She was dressed conservatively, in a black and white striped blouse and black pencil skirt."You're definitely way sexier than that photo you sent me," he said, truthfully. "If you're trying to get me into bed with compliments, it's working," she said slyly.Phil felt scared. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—" Don't apologize. You can say nice things about what I look like any time you.