***** Chapter 1: The Attaché Case I was crawling up the wall. Literally, climbing up a vertical Victorian brick wall using fingertips and toes. Plent...y of grip for an experienced and rather desperate climber. Halfway up I skirted around the illuminated window and carried on climbing up to the attic window. Two weeks earlier I was in the pub spitting nails. My wife of two years Agnes was cute, but dumb as they come. As soon as I brought her home from Norway, where I met her during Army Alpine. "Oh, I'm happy, very happy," he said with a devilish smile. "Now I get to screw another man's fiancée — and soon, his wife." That's not going to happen," Jen hissed, and she tried to push David's hand away. But he resisted, and she couldn't push him away too forcibly without alerting Mike and Sarah that something was wrong. David recognized her predicament, and pressed his advantage. He moved his hand under Jen's mini-skirt, and began drawing circles on her thigh. His hand continued its upward. ‘I can’t go home obviously. What then? Where do I go? To live on the street?’ I inquired curiously. ‘I’m sure one of these fine ladies would take you in but that may not be necessary.’ He said with a smile and leaned in a bit. ‘I am the Councillor in charge of Food and Farming. That means that the countryside Estates are under my control.’ He said with a pleased chuckle. ‘I may be able to quietly award you the Kincaid Estate without much trouble.’ He finished with an, ‘aren’t I so grand’ smile. The main part of the farm extends into this fold and it runs into the foothills which make up three sides of the farm boundaries. The mountain jungle transitions into thick mountain forests for the last few kilometres before the open plains. The main house and farm buildings are ten kilometres from the edge of the mountain forest. Most of the foothills are narrow ridges of jungle or forest separating the grassy meadows where cattle, sheep, and horses graze. Much of the area in the folds is.