I pulled into my parking space a little before six, having run into traffic just north of Los Angeles. I grabbed my bag and was headed towards my fron...t door when I saw Sandy coming out of her place. She saw me and then waved and started heading towards me. I said hello to her and asked her if she wanted to come in and have a Coke or something. She followed me in and I took my bag upstairs before coming down and getting the two of us some drinks. We were sitting on the couch and I was telling. A girl, really, in her early stages of development, and turning her into the perfect agent-in-place, the perfect assassin, the perfect embodiment of what GOLDEN ROPE stood for.Various attempts were undertaken with women in their late teens and early twenties. Each failed. The age was backed up to 16, and the project was attempted again, this time with limited success. It was finally decided that in order to generate the perfect GOLDEN ROPE agent, a very, very young girl would be needed, someone. He made small talk about how tense she was and how a good massage can make you forget about everything and she felt his hands as they massaged her ribs and his fingers grazed her flattened tits, causing her to feel warm all over and she could feel her nipples hardening. His hands lingered for awhile as her nipples began to hurt from their hardness and her weight on them, then his hands moved to her waist and up over her ass as he added more oils and worked it into her ass cheeks, she could feel. She had been on a partying and downhill slide, even before the divorce. I was the one who got Mark custody of the girls because I knew she wouldn't take care of them. I guess over the years I became their surrogate uncle because of our friendship. When he died, he already had a will set up so that they could stay with me. I love them as much as my granddaughter, and as long as Tran and I live, they will have anything and everything they need to be happy including our love." I know that, Harry.