00pm and I had to meet Ahmed at 6.30pm. I said to Tom, "I need to go see Ahmed now. But we will talk when I get back. I promise."I then left urgently ...to meet Ahmed. I did not want to miss this opportunity.*******TomI did not trust this Ahmed character. He seemed to be acting suspiciously by arranging the meeting at his hotel. I decided to follow Sam. I knew this could wreck everything if she thought I was obsessive or did not trust her but I was crazy about her and I wanted to protect her.I saw. “Chance would be a fine thing. This is business, purely.” Nothing pure about it of course.She threw a towel on the bed surface, selected Nine Inch Nails on her stereo and lay back wearing only a tee-shirt, touching herself. The great item stood, already lubed, on her night-stand. When she was similarly slick, she took it in her fist and spent several aching minutes making the slow, grand insertion. Goddamn, he’s so not for lightweights. By the time his call came through on her tablet she was. He was delighted as the mother was wearing a tight dark blue dress cut to reveal a plunging gap between two heavy mounds, milk-producing no doubt. Harry was ready to pant, his eyes muddied, but there was no time for frivolity — Mrs Robertson was bringing her young ‘un to see him. Babies scared Harry, as did some mothers. But there was something special about this occasion, although he didn’t know what it was. Then his brain worked — of course, Carson hadn’t been able to arrange a baby sitter.. And I've got an emergency kit in the back."Together they drove off towards the park.Somewhere in the high-speed drive to the park, a drive that felt endless, even compared to the run back to the house that Carol had despaired of ever completing, she felt Margo leave.One minute, her lover, Harry's wife was there, and then she wasn't.The person who replaced her was someone Carol had never seen before."Carol, get me the kit from the back floorboards. Yes, that's the one. Just hold that on your lap.