He wore a pair of khaki trousers and a blue shirt, with a burgundy tie. He was carrying a briefcase."Hi," he said to Bree, who was standing there gapi...g at him. "I'm Professor Cary Gordon. You'd be Miss Spencer, the photographer, right?"Bree recovered quickly. "Yes, I'm Bree Spencer. We'll do this whenever you're ready, Professor Gordon."He loosened his tie a bit. "Please, call me Cary. After all, you're about to know every-thing else, right?"Bree laughed with him. She adjusted the camera and. Amelia smiled as she crawled onto Jonathans lap. Very nice, Mr. Russell, she said kissing him. I dont think anyone would doubt that we werent robbed by the same people who went after all of our friends. Its just horrible being stuck with the mess from the fingerprint dusting, though. Thank you, Mrs. Russell. Well have the service come in tomorrow and clean it up. Nice tears, by the way you almost made me believe you were upset. If you really are that good of an actress, should I be concerned. After getting it I couldn’t wear my left leg prosthetic for 10 days. I wanted to masturbate there and then but decided I’d get all hot and sweaty and couldn’t be bothered to go through all the hassle of getting my limbs off and on again to have another shower.I walked over to my lingerie drawer, picked out my skimpiest black lacy g-string and matching basque. I slipped the g-string up over the cold metal of my prosthetic legs and wiggled it over my butt and hips, then managed to do up my basque. ”“I know who he is,” Jianyu interrupts.“You do?” Spencer and Angela ask simultaneously.The old man laughs then answers in his rusty voice. “Of course I do. How else do you think I know so much about so much?”Spencer looks to Angela and she returns a smile to him. “I told you he may know something.”“Come, come,” the old man says waving them to follow him further back into the store. “Come sit. Have tea. We have much to discuss.”“What about your store?” Spencer asks looking back toward the.