"That's my sign!" thought Cameron. He spent the next ten minutes inspecting his route to and through the fence before starting to sneak up on Ratso.At... last he was directly behind the sleeping Ratso. His left knee advanced to brace, Cameron reached out, grabbed Ratso's head, and sharply rotated it to the right. A soft pop signaled the snapping of his spinal column as Ratso spasmed and relaxed into death. Frozen in place for a moment, Cameron watched for any sign of alarm from the others. Seeing. Just that. No rumors or guessing. I'm going to see if I can get you released back to your sailboat."It turned out that Into Valmaat, Nordic Attaché extraordinaire, had bullied his way into seeing me. He flashed his credentials at the least FBI minion guarding the door to my presence.Nordic Attaché: The Nordic states, Norway, Iceland, Sweden, Finland and Denmark, decided it would be more economical to have one Embassy in Washington DC representing all five countries, than to have five buildings. So it was quite a change when I started to notice little things about her. Like maybe her love life wasn't so good. I noticed because within two weeks she was starting to look at my legs. That's a laugh, right. Well, almost. Actually, she has been looking at everyone's legs and lower bodies but I just couldn't figure out why. I wear shorts most of the year because of the warm climate. Because of this and the large size of my cock, I'm very careful about how much skin is exposed. I hadn't been. “What can you tell me about Alex?”“Aah, Alex. Have you got a bit of a hot spot for him?” The question was clearly rhetorical. “Enzo told me you two had a bit of a spark going between you,” she giggled.“Yeah, but who’s the girl he’s with,” I demanded, scared of the answer to come. She was the only thing preventing me from socializing with him. I know it was a sex party, but the game hadn’t begun yet, and I was afraid that I would be overstepping my boundaries.“Oh, first time I’ve seen her. She’s.