Chapter two:Joanna pulled up outside of the McMillan house and true enough there weren't any signs of activity. The place looked deserted. She tried h...r radio but she knew she wouldn't get a response, the local geography blocked the signal from the radios.Taking another look at the house, Joanna unclipped her utility belt and tossed it on her cruisers passenger seat along with her pistol and baton. (How was she to know the magnitude of her folly in doing so?) It was a hot day and getting hotter. Every few feet a round diamond orb held silver magic fire, flaming bright against the dying night. The scent of different flowers filled the air, and the music of falling water from several fountains.“Well, I know he came here,” She said to herself. “And there’s no tracks leading out. So that means he’s around here somewhere. Ah! Here’s where his feet crushed the grass.”Her bells at the ready, she crept after her brother’s footprints, following around the edge of the garden, leading off to the. Again as I put her hand on the bow I brushed against her other breast, again we both said nothing.Making herself comfortable she wiggled on the stool and I doing so her skirt rose all the way up her thighs, so that she was no longer sitting on her skirt but it was now exposing her knickers even more. I could not believe how relaxed she was, but I had known her for a few years and we had got to know each other very well.I could see that she was now holding the cello too tight and put my hands on. When he got to the secretaries desk he was told to have a seat. He sat there for almost ten minutes trying to hide what was going on in his pants. He was finally told to go in and he took a deep breath as he walked through the door. "Have a seat", she ordered. I sat down and she walked around me to the door. I heard the click of the lock then the sound of her high heels as she walked back to her desk. Leaning against the front of the desk in front of me she leaned back and pressed the intercom.