She looked pensive. I said, "What's wrong, Mom?" Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about my mother. I just realized that I never really knew her. What ...I saw was all a lie. She wanted me to get screwed at fourteen. She put daddy up to all those pictures. She knew what we were doing in that studio out back. She knew what those men were doing to me, and she got off on it. I find that so hard to accept." We all put on faces, Mom. You did with me and Dad." That's true, but nothing like Mom did with. She was slim and had maintained herself. She worked in a bank with her only son staying in America. She had short hair and she could resemble Tisca Chopra the Bollywood actress. To my message, I got a reply very late saying, “Do I know you?” And for which I replied, “Maybe not but we can have an introduction if you don’t mind.”She- Well what do you want to talk to me?Me- I just want to know about you? Is that ok for you?She- Of course not, but you seem to be very young? You should message. The reward at the end of the rainbow was the pair of computers locked behind a secure door and without external data or internet connections. Their Holiest of Holies ... undoubtedly the data is encrypted to a crazy degree but we’ll be able to read their real secrets in a week or two, month at tops. All according to plan and without the slightest hitch...”“Except for the fourth team, the most critical group,” I surmised, and he nodded.“It was triggering that earthquake machine that caused the. ..Obviously she thought I was a good catch, and since I'm an easy going sort of bloke she would be able to mould me to what she wanted. Wrong. I'm easy going to all appearances, but only up to a point. I told Ælfthryth, that I'm an illustrator, and a fairly successful one, so I'm not poverty stricken, but like most artists I have an image. My image. So although I spend time wandering around fields with a metal detector, I do not take kindly to suggestions that I should play the country squire.