Nobody would pay attention to that subject heading. Then he frowned.Ms. Jennifer Patrick ("JP") was not his real daughter. She had been marriedat one ...ime to his oldest son. He was still closer to Jennifer than he wasto his own daughters. They understood each other without being judgmental. Operation Mason, Operation Mason . . . , he repeated to himself as he turnedback to the computer on the table behind his large, cluttered desk. After afew mouse clicks he was scrolling through the. Two short stairs led up from the light marbled forecourt to the covered entrance door of the house.When I got out of the car, the two wings of the mighty entrance gate made of solid oak closed. She must have noticed me already. In my left hand the two bottles of red wine, in my right hand the flowers, I walked up the stairs to the entrance. At the top, the door opened and she stood in front of me.What a sight! A long red, almost off-the-shoulder evening dress with spaghetti straps and a low. ”I interrupt his crazy thought with a kiss, pull away and protest, “ ... Ben, you’re not thinking correctly! Even if you leave, the cabin and I will still be a target.” Then I lay out my plan, “So, we’re both going to leave. We’ll rent or buy a motor home, fill it with weapons and leave like we’re going to Disneyland. And since the terrorists seem to monitor Samantha’s reports, we will get her to do a big report on it.”Ben gets with the plan when he thinks out loud, “I wonder if we can get a. That didn’t seem to bother her. I told her this because I wanted it right out in front in case things got deeper between us, which it did. We ended up moving out of state and after my divorce was final from my first wife, we got married. The new wife seemed to be up for anything. She would dress me in her underclothes, along with the women’s clothes I owned, she would make love to me as if I were a woman, feeling and sucking my bra covered tits, she felt me up, running her hands up my.