Lois Lerner- Hot - Intern Has Backups - Fire At IRS Headquarters - Taxi Cab Delivers Money - Darrell Works Sunday - IRS FIRESTORM ARSON SUSPECTED IRS Headquarters in Washington D.C. set to Flames, They did it to protect the president. The men inside the White House, simply known as "The Ones" had told them to take care of their own problem. The imprints of the IRS emails, proving she tried her best to destroy the Tea Party was like leaving tire tracks at a murder scene.

The IRS arson wore a black shirt and he had a job to do. The black car swung around and noiselessly parked in the executive parking lot at the IRS.  The two men, hastily and alert opened the trunk of the car and pulled out bundles and gasoline cans, it was two o'clock in the morning. Those computer hard drives had to be destroyed and it must be tonight.  

They would shatter the office windows after making sure the ground floor office was still empty as planned.  The small yellow flame would be flaring larger in just a matter of seconds.  They saw the name plate on the desk "Lois Lerner" so they poured on the gasoline, making the flames larger and larger.  The men had some experience, mostly intimidation, extortion and a fire once in a while.  The arson business was good around the Washington D.C. beltway these days and the money was always good and paid in cash. 

In less than ten minutes they were gone.  The specialists were experts and before their black car hit the main road the IRS lower floor was in flames. Every computer would be melted to the desk and every desk burnt to the floor leaving only hot ashes in a matter of minutes.  They heard the fire alarms but they were free and had pockets full of money. 

Their gasoline soaked rags  stuffed around the IRS computer saturated the computer before they struck the match.  The fumes had formed an explosive mixture in the room and boom, the entire IRS desk, computer and office was in flames.

The IRS insiders knew they had to destroy the computer hard drives and strangely enough they watched their building burn from across the park, sitting in their automobile smoking their cigarettes. The girls had driven down for the show they had paid for and it lit up the night.  

They didn't burn it down for profit.  They didn't burn up all the email evidence on the hard drives for thrills and they didn't break the law for revenge.

They did it to protect the president.  They had worked against the Tea Party and the bosses in Washington like their work but somehow they got busted.  

The men inside the White House, simply known as "The Ones" had told them to take care of their own problem.  The imprints of the IRS emails, proving she tried her best  to destroy the Tea Party was like leaving tire tracks at a murder scene. They told her to have a fire and do it in a hurry because Congress was getting closer by the minute.  Their new IRS commissioner had pissed off everybody and that smirk of his and his comments were paid for in cash and extra benefits. 

The IRS computer hard drive and their off sight back up computer drives had to be destroyed.  Those microscopic imprints could tell the story how the White House and the IRS had combined to destroy the Tea Party and their patriot members.  They broke a hundred laws but considering that the Tea Party was full of nut jobs the girls liked their work, their paychecks, their bonuses but they really liked it when a taxi driver delivered hundred dollar bills every other Sunday morning. 

They would find her office destroyed, it happens every day as fire consumes everything it touches.  Nobody could prove who started the fire and burned up the evidence.

On the record, she was out of town.  A close friend had rented the car that they sat in watching the flames and now hearing the sirens in the middle of the night.  One of her lady companions leaned across the car and kissed her, taking her by surprise.

Her smile confessed the truth, she liked it and she liked the one before that back at the hotel in Baltimore,  but the other women in the car giggled like little girls found in bed together.  They were messed up on pot and liquor so Lois just smiled back at them as she rubbed her buddies inner thigh that was moist and soft tempting Lois even more than the kiss. 

The two hired men, pressed for cash, did the job for ten thousand dollars and the suspicious fire would make the news but nothing else.  The conspiracy nut jobs Republicans would claim it was done to protect the IRS and the Attorney General but "The Ones" wanted it done and it's done.

The Congressional hearings would continue but Darrell would have to find another way.  Day and night Darrell would ask for emails, paperwork, charts, schedules and even old letters she had written. 

She was thriving now in retirement, a book deal almost drafted into a contract.  The IRS retirement money kept flowing and then "The Ones" had sent some cash over in a taxi only a week before, and the intern next to her was young and would hop in bed with little notice, the last taxi that brought some cash also had a note attached;  the note to Lois Lerner said, it was for her fire sale. 

Lois leaned back and enjoyed the thought of the young intern as Chelsea lowered her head into Lois's lap and called her mommy and started pulling at Lois's panties with her teeth, the youth of America.