William W. McWilliams Agent. There was an address that made no sense to me other than Guangningmen, (the seventh gate) Beijing.William W. McWilliams, ...“Call me Billy” was a six foot five inch tall Scot wearing the Black Watch Argyll jacket, vest, black satin bow tie, wing collar cotton shirt, sporran and chain, kilt pin and Sgian Dhu, black leather kilt belt and buckle, tartan flashes, kilt hose, black ghillie brogues and kilt hanger of a Scotsman without clan.Oh ... the Gods! He certainly was. A couple of minutes passed and June asked, “So, how long is Sue away?” I turned to look at June but she looked straight ahead. “The whole week. She’ll be back next week.” Another quiet minute passed then June said, “Sid’s away also, just for three days or so.”After the other night when I dropped June off, I knew she more than liked me. She'd kissed me and asked me in but I had declined. Now, I thought she was sort of making the same invitation. But I did't make any comment.We reached June’s. "Ok, enough of this. Get home and act normal. It might be tempting, but do NOT gloat when he doesn't show up tomorrow. Act like you have been, and don't give your soon-to-be ex-wife any ammunition to make her believe that you were behind anything. Just remember the key in the ignition trick. Got it?"He just nodded with a look of determination on his face."Good. Now, it's Thursday afternoon. Does your wife suspect that you're here?" No, she thinks I'm at work as usual. I own my own Accounting. She was slim, with darkbrown hair and was wearing a silky, shift-dress - mid-calf, sleeveless,and decorated with a floral print on a brown ground; all in all a veryattractive and convincing t-girl. She offered to show me round and pointedout the different bedrooms and viewing windows. She even took me into one- with some trepidation on my part - and I was surprised to see how smartand attractive the room was with plumped up pillows, crisp white sheetsand a red silk coverlet. "Each room has a.