“Yes that was me.” she answered herself. Her face bore a naughty grin.Then she frowned.“Why are you so silent” she asked. “Is something wron...g?”“No, I was just thinking.”“About what?”“About, how I would like to do this every morning,” he answered as his hand caressed her cheek.“Oh, I would certainly like that. And maybe you can; I intend to keep you close.” And with that she positioned herself upon him.She learned forward to kiss his face, to kiss his lips, and to kiss his neck. Her erect. Matt Striker was in charge of field operations for Constance Grayson’s Meriwether ... quest. She was running several lines of inquiry at once. I was working just one of the avenues she was pursuing.So, in a way, Matt was now my boss. I had to admit that his Wexler plan was shrewder than mine. But just to be sure, to be comfortable, I wanted Daddy’s input too. Because ... well, Daddy.Vanessa and Pilar were surprised at my new do. Walker was shocked, but tried to hide it. He’d been going out of. So Thursday night we set off on our travels down the motorway to our destination. When we arrived it was realy nothing special. Just some oldish looking caravans and some shower blocks and a social club. We got into out caravan and just dumped our stuff and layed on the bed for a few mins no the first thing I heard was people laughing and talking outside so iv looked out and it seemed like everybody was getting on well. My wife's gone out to introduce herself but I was knackered from the 4. . He also shared my affinity for exercise, walking, and we went out walking around the track for evening exercise, about 2 or 3 nights per week.(Something about Tony I’d noticed, though, which was odd, was how afraid animals were of him. How birds would caw and fly away as he neared and feral cats would run in terror at the mere sight of him. Perhaps he bore a resemblance to another foreign teacher I’d heard of, one who’d run around campus, chasing wildly after the campus’s feral cats....