" Explain?" The kid is kindhearted, honest, doesn't waste his money, I like him ... even if he is just 14."Dal muttered a few words."That's Russian," ... said."You and Wendy are not the only transferees in this household," he said.Imagine my shock.He opened his luggage. The longest case held an interesting rifle. It was long, with camo paint and there was a long bag of camouflage cloth and assorted streamers and frayed ribbons sewn to it.Dal was rapidly losing his Finnish, "Is Dragunov rifle. His product was of exceptional quality.’ Neil pointed to the parchment laying on the lightbox. ‘This is the Stradivarius of paper, parchment, whatever,’ he said correcting himself. ‘If the provenance can be proven,’ he ventured, getting a small snarl from Viktor in response (so unused he was to having his expertise questioned), that is one valuable piece of parchment.’ ‘Valuable, yes,’ Alan thought, ‘But that doesn’t quite help us along in our quest however much it’s worth.’ ‘The bleaching. It will give me a chance to work under you." She giggled and blushed when she realized that I, of course, heard her and understood the implication."She looked at me. "When do you want to send that email, Bill?" As soon as possible. That gives people a chance to bitch and me to pound on them in an appropriate manner. It's time people understood that a well-functioning machine works well and no one person is irreplaceable."Matt still looked somewhat dumbfounded. Tracey came over to my desk and we. . at first, innocently. One night I was sleeping and woke up to her hand caressing my ass and touching herself. I turned around and looked at her and she froze, but I told her it was okay because I liked it. She stopped and we went back to bed. Then, one night we were laying together face to face with my legs over hers and our pussies got closer and closer. She started to pull me in and I thrusted forward. We started grinding on each other and it felt so fucking good. I had just learned how to.