Walter not only was head of the Green County Savings and Loan, he was also an honorary member of the Swamp Thing team. No one could ever prove that of...course, but those of us in the business just knew it."So Maxine, I finally integrated all your holdings into the mother ship umbrella as your girl Sylvia calls it. You are now officially a holding company." he said."That's just wonderful, I don't want to be a holding company," I said it rather too strong."Would you rather go to jail?" he. He promised to try it out as there was a lot of stress in his life.7pm…I walked to the lobby. Ragini had kept her promise, on time, she was there. I smiled said Hows it? She laughed said, Oh…you learn quick eh? Yes I said, but you South Africans can teach me a lot..she looked at me with a naughty smile and said ..lets go.I didnt have a car, but she did, and said she would drive me around. We decided on a small Portuguese restaurant not far away from the hotel, that served up grilled piri piri. I mean, I knew plenty of names of people that my government, or the national press, or some other interest group might think richly deserved to die. But I was bright enough and sensitive enough to realize that the motives of governments (or of the national press, or some interest group that maybe happened to share one’s personal prejudices) often could leave a lot to be desired.Think about it: If former vice president Richard Cheney thought some middle Eastern dictator should die, there ought. I had spoken to him before setting up this event of course, and wondered if the sex-starved old drunken pervert would have been as eager if he knew it was his own sweet, innocent and completely unwilling niece he was currently fucking so roughly. I pulled out my phone once more, switching the display to the camera pointed at the poor girls face. She seemed to have given up, looking nothing but exhausted as she stared at the screens, her head moving only slightly with each jolt as her body was.