"I know the mail's been funny, but I should have got the telegrams. We check at the office in town every week. Dad?" she turned to her Father, "have w...e received anything from Yvgeny at the Telegraph office?" No... nothing," he shrugged. Yvgeny knew instantly he was lying. He'd learnt to read people's eyes and Mateus Talsii's displayed deceit."Come," Yvgeny demanded, "let's go for a walk." He seized Katka's hand and strode off with her while her parents gaped, helplessly. Walking around the. I could see how much pleasure she felt. The man’s penis fully erect, the young woman’s arm moved slowly, keeping him hard no doubt for his turn soon. I felt a hand on the camera and looked at Marianne, a feral quality to her eyes, “I want to see.”I set it to shoot video, enough battery for a fifteen-minute vignette of voyeurism, “Just keep it pointed at them.”Peering through the viewfinder, she stood frozen as a statue. I watched her, mouth open, a pout; she bit her top lip at the salacious. I still had to keep it hidden because I had not yet reached 18 when I could get a concealed-carry permit. But I would worry about that when I had to.There was no place to hide myself as I patrolled the street, so I went the opposite route. I was going to hide in plain sight. I figured that if I ambled along as if I were just killing time until the next class started, I would be ignored by 99% of the people who drove by. Well, maybe that was an exaggeration because I doubt that 100 people drove. .." Never."They were woken, far too early, by Amy, followed by DeeJay, charging into the room and jumping on the bed, holding small toys from the Christmas stockings, which had occupied them for far too short a time.Amy's and DeeJay's main presents were a scooter and model yacht, respectively. Neither could easily be properly played with with the snow, but Amy also had the recorder she'd been pestering for – not that Chrissie, talented musician herself, had any objection – and DeeJay a train.