”“Where did you get that from?” she asked.“Companies House in London. They have a website and you can order copies of the accounts of pretty m...uch any company. Will told me about it. I’ve been looking at a lot of company accounts recently. Well, the ones I own shares in at any rate. Liddington-Phipps made a loss last year. Two and half million.”She was shocked. “Really? But ... I mean...” She shook her head. “How?”“The recession has hit hard,” said Pete, “but really, the company has been in a. ?? I was so cold.? I was freezing cold.? This was the worst shower of my life.? ???? Finally it ended.? They both freed me from my restraints andeach held an arm.? I didn?t dare make arun for it by this point.? I was tired,cold, humiliated, hungry and very sleepy.?Sir and Isabelle took me back over to my ?mattress? and had me laydown.? Isabelle dried me off some, but Iwas still cold.? Sir took to placingleather cuffs on my wrists and ankles and then securing them to the walls.? Isabelle lifted. As if she could relax now, she sat down on the cot across the small table and the oil lamp and said to Ethan with a weird, all too american accent:"I guess you're not the only one playing in the shadows here, Ethan. My real name is Nicole Heurgot; but I'm Agency."Ethan eyes fluttered violently of their own volition. His hand went instinctively to the Colt laying reassuringly behind his back, but Nicole urged him:"No, no. I mean I'm CIA. Please, that's not necessary. Really, we're in this. Janie would let me pull down her panties and then lay across my lap while I stroked her little tush. At the time, I didn't even know what a pussy was, let alone know what it was for!Very little changed as we moved through the grades of our elementary school. First, second, and third grades passed with few notable occurrences other than an occasional new kid in class. Janie and I continued to play our games every afternoon after school. Since Mrs. Hill did not work outside the home, she was our.