I spent an additional 30 minutes double-, triple-, andquadruple-checking my work. I had found everything she needed, or atleast something reasonably ...similar.I stared into the junk-lab. Miki-chan stared back at me and saidnothing. That's because her speakers are unplugged, I thought. Shelooked pissed; even without a face, there was something accusatory inher eyes. "...I'm sorry," I said, then I turned and plodded awaybecause I couldn't stand to look at her. I imagined her going, "Hmf!"when. For the first time, I was unsure of my Uncle’s motivation in selecting me because I knew I was on a lot of shit lists floating around and some nasty things were being said behind my back in response to my success in digging up the dirt on a bunch of guys working in Internal Affairs and getting a paycheck from the mob as well.Of course, I took Julie along with me to keep me sorted out with the details of our investigation. She was in the late stages of her pregnancy now and was moving slowly at. My wife was aware of most of the people I chatted with and would sometimes sit with me while I chatted. One person I began chatting with was a woman by the name of Amie. Amie lived about 35 miles from us and was a 38 year old single mom. Physically she told ne she was five foot five an weighed about 150 pounds and that she knew she need to lose weight. It wasn’t long before our conversations turned very sexual. She knew I was married and we would only have these sexual chats when my wife wasn’t. I arose from between Ruth’s legs and within my mouth held the passionate outpouring of our coupling. Kneeling over her, I removed the tattered remains of her gag and allowed her to breathe deeply for a moment. A smile was on her face, unlike any I’d ever known. A mixture of contentment, satisfaction and gratitude seemed to beam out from her eyes. I’d freed her from the safe, lonely prison of fantasy and delivered her into the real world. A quirky grin jotted across her lips as she realized what.