She wrote to Sexwale's lawyer, Billy Gundelfinger, on Thursday this week, requesting:*.Copies of the offensive material;*.That their appointed forensi... IT expert be given access to the Sexwale family computer server and his client's office server and all desktop and laptop computers connected to these servers;*.That they confirm in writing that Sexwale would not further disseminate or attempt to publish any of the allegations or evidence; and*.A written undertaking that Sexwale would make no. The next day, he called me saying he wanted to see me again. I again agreed without hesitation and we agreed for him to meet me at my place. He arrived around 7pm and we once again sat on the couch and talked for hours. Soon after 10pm, he finally brought up something more sexual in nature. He wanted to know how I like to dress. Seemed like a fairly routine question, so I said I like comfortable clothes, but I dont mind showing some skin if thats when he was looking to find out. So in response. Why not draw the little worm? That would surely get Mrs. Francis going! Billy came into the room and sped past her to take his seat directly behind. She held her breath knowing Billy’s notorious B.O. stench. Of course holding her breath didn’t help because when she did take a breath it was only a bigger stronger lungful of it. He must live without water or a shower.Back to her empty page, the few lines became twigs. One twig had a stem of a maple leaf which branched at a small knuckle. . ‘What’s the problem?’ She closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. When she opened them, she lifted her chin and stared at me. ‘I’m afraid you won’t want me now.’ She said slowly. ‘Why would you think that?’ I asked, dumbfounded. ‘Because…Do you remember two years ago, when I stopped writing for a while?’ She asked. ‘That was the worst two years of my life. You have no idea how happy I was to get your letters again.’ I nodded. ‘I missed talking to you. It drove me crazy to not know how you.