I peered through the keyhole I could see she was in bed and the sheets were being ruffled around but I couldn't really see much I had to know if she h...ad seen my masterbating . I stood by the door to the sitting room and looked in I could see the couch where I had been but not the TV , I had an idea we had CCTV in the day room so I just manoeuvred it so it showed the entrance by the door I rerouted the feed of the CCTV to the TV so I could see outside the door but they couldn't see the TV. It took a few days of intense research to piece together the network of companies that those rat bastards used to shroud their crimes, but information is a weapon, and everything a company does is trapped somewhere on the web. For forty-thousand dollars, I hired a team of forensic auditors to dig to the very end of their network of lies and find me the real truth. They performed beautifully, and once they found the faintest trail, they followed it into the bowels of the enemy, uncovering things. " Fuck no it wasn't alright. I picked up the phone and punched in her number, but I only got her voice mail. I jumped in my car and raced over to his apartment. My banging on the door went unheeded until the guy living next door came out to see what the racket was all about. My heart sank as he told me James and some sexy big titted white girl, had just left on vacation. I asked him where they were going but all he knew was that James had flashed some airline tickets at him and told him they. She fumbles in her pocket for the crumpled pack of cigarettes. The scratch of the match striking against the sandpapery face of the battered matchbox seems irrepressibly loud. A cricket’s mating call from somewhere in the bushes grates against her ear, insistent – lonely. She is so very lonely. The glowing red light of the cigarette seems to act as a tiny, blinking beacon in the sea of darkness. She takes in a drag of the cigarette and puffs out cloudy white smoke. She sighs to herself,.