…. I was so aroused I felt a sex thrill like in uncles garage. He was trying to hide his boner. I took the camera and said: “I want some pictures ...for me.” He looked puzzled and said: “What?” I said: “ I’ll leave the bathroom now, but I want some pictures of that boner in your pants….and make them real good Johnny. Don’t hold back anything. ” He froze. I got dressed and left. I waited. He came out all smiles and I took the camera. I said I’d put this on a disk for us only. ….I had to control. It seemed that they were always together that's until Maggie and her husband wanted to move to a warmer place. At that point, they drifted apart, and then lost track of each other, as they moved from place to place. David had worked in Oregon and California, and eventually bought this farm. He told us that business was good, and he was enjoying life on the farm. We all smoked some weed, got high while we sat around his living room and told stories.When there was a lull in the talking, I leaned. The new bounty on Vicky and I put a new emphasis on monitoring the internet and phone and airport traffic from not only the Middle East but Europe, Africa and Central America.All the known assassins worldwide were on the Interpol site, but there were holes and we knew it. New credentials could be bought in almost any country for a few thousand dollars; they would withstand even the most sophisticated checks.Specialists in that business scoured birth certificate, death records, school records,. No wonder Amy was pleased with me.This sent me on a different track, did she only want me because of my trouser contents, no I don't think she did, she was ready to have sex before she saw me undressed. I was happy now, I think she honestly likes me.The door opened, shit I'd forgotten to lock it, Amy walked in and saw me stood in the middle of the room, trousers round my ankles and a tape measure in my hand."What you doing Gary?" Err, measuring myself." Why?" Well I was curious, you said I was.