I will send you irrefutable photographic evidence.”I said, “This is my URL and handed him a card.” I knew that they would anonymize the message ...hrough a labyrinth of proxy-servers. But the cat was already out of the bag. That was because my phone made a loud text alert and I looked delighted.I said in my best airheaded tone of voice, “Excuse me but I have to take this. This is my best-friend-forever and she is telling me which club to meet her at.”The text read, “Vasily Kuznetzov, right hand. She is a waitress in town and on weekends, when my wife is sleeping in, I do some errands and usually end up at the diner she works at. She is always friendly and usually sits in tehh booth with me and we talk.The other day, she was at the other neighbors, swimming and came back, brushing her long brown hair as she was walking to the playroom when I was doing some yard work. Her one piece swim suit clung to her curves and her tits were just barelt being contained. She dropped her brush and bent. "Hey! Aren't you going to untie us?" One of the women to the left of my wife said."Not tonight. You girls get to stay put tonight." What about my husband?" another asked."They're all in on it" I replied. With that I locked the door and left.I came back about 10 the next morning. Before untying them, I had one more go with each. I then took a picture of each, both with and without the d****, for my personal collection, to add to the hours of video from the night before. I unshackled each. “Keep it. There’s a dispensary a couple of blocks from my house.”“Lucky you.”“Yeah, except the fucking feds are crawling up everyone’s butt.”“Tell me about it.”Back in the Jeep, I gave her the baggie, “Here, I’m going home tomorrow.”“Really? God thanks. That’s bitching.”Balukas repackaged her half-smoked blunt, zip-closed the bag after squeezing the air out, folded it carefully, and slid it into a zippered compartment in her purse. Grinned, “My mom finds this, she’ll smoke it up.”As we neared.