I’m Robert, by the way.’ ‘Amber. I can’t accept charity.’ She looked to be about ready to cry. ‘It’s not for you, sweetheart, it’s for...the baby, my damsel in distress. She is a she, I hope. Otherwise I’ll have to turn in my knight errant card.’ She laughed, even though it was a poor attempt at humour. ‘Yes, meet Deirdre. Deirdre, meet Sir Robert, your latest admirer.’ I stuffed my finished wash in the laundry bag and waved goodbye. I’d do the drying at home. ‘Bye Amber, Lady Deirdre.’. That meant she was getting six to eight loads of sperm every day, including his. She thought it was fun and that they were cute as they moved their hard little shafts inside her. Every night she felt many little spurts before the counselor told her how much he enjoyed putting his in last, feeling what the others had left there.That happened every day except Sunday when she read the Bible and he was the only one to separate her knees. What she didn’t know was that the campers who stayed over for. On her way to the restroom she sneaked a cell pic, and when she posted it home, Langley buzzed like a Rabbit with fresh batteries. Pervez Mosadegh was highly placed in Savak, the notorious Iranian secret police: this was the contact. She was instructed to spare nothing -- a euphemism that everyone understood -- to find out how these two worked their scheme together.They worked at least one scheme together well. Pervez became a regular at their evening meals. Henri had been taking increasing. Then I looked for and found the paper towels, grabbing a handful and carrying them to her.Mother laughed when she looked up to see him standing there handing her almost the whole pack. She looked up at me, who looked almost drunk and to the bulge in my shorts and said laughingly, “Your big little brother down there thinks mommy made a big mess with the sun screen, doesn't he? Yes he does.” She looked up and smiled. “I only need one, Sweetie.”With shaking hands I had ripped the first towel from.