He remembers my birthday (The threat of death helped there), buys gifts of clothes in the right size (Though his taste in colour leads a LOT to be des...ired) and he has the good grace to get me drunk before he gets himself sozzled.As boyfriends go, I consider myself more than lucky, though after seven years something small, circular, metal and glinting wouldn't go amiss. HINT HINT!It all stemmed from a usual day at work, let me explain.I'm just a humble office administrator (All right secretary). After more than 25 years as a stay-at-home housewife, she was overdue. Plus, she needed to take charge of her sex life since she hadn’t had one for several years. Her husband Ron refused to follow doctor’s orders to control his diabetes and congestive heart failure. He was still working so she was home alone except for some part-time volunteer work. On weekends he was worn out so wasn’t much of a companion either.After church service on Sunday Donna was visiting with a nice man in his early 50s. He explained the operation of the equipment as if he was talking to his slow ten year old niece. I knew just enough to know where and how to install the junk plus he talked into my ear constantly.From there we went into the kitchen, where I pointed the flashing light toy at everything in site. I left monitors everywhere. "I just found out that Jing-a-ling is going to be in room 808," Wilson said in my ear. I used the monitor to crack their firewall. I wasn't alone so I couldn't ask. I could. " Where is the Princess being taken?" I told you, Terfain. She will be held in the castle. Now I have told you everything I know, release me."Minara plunged the knife deeper, killing him. Arron gasped. "Minara! He told you what you wanted to know."She stood and wiped the blade on the dead man's surcoat, turned and shrugged. "He got blood on my dress." Dear God, woman, remind me never to cross you."She laughed. "You can't resist me!"Arron turned his back on her and started to explore the camp in.