‘Not my problem. Find out where he is, get a message to him, whatever it takes.’ She stomped out of the room, returning less than a minute later. ...��She won’t do it.’ ‘Two minutes, love.’ ‘She won’t. She won’t call him. She doesn’t want you talking to him.’ ‘I guess she’s happy enough to destroy your marriage, as long as it doesn’t interfere with hers. Quite the loving sister. You might want to get dressed, you don’t want to go out the door dressed like that.’ ‘Stop it, John. Stop badgering me. I guess we are past the point of being coy, so I'll just ask... Can I see your cock?" She hadn't raised her glance to my eyes. I thought for a moment, and replied, "If I can find a way for you to be able to pee in here and release all that pressure, will you give me head while you pee?" "Oh my god, are you serious?" she said adding extra emphasis on the last word. I thought I had overstepped my bounds, and ruined the whole thing for a second, till she continued. "If you know of a way for me to. I stayed in the hotel parking lot and waited for her ex-husband to pick up the laptop. That's one of many details that matched your story. That's when I knew I had found you. You did a first-rate job of disinfo. Your message came across with details that obscured our reality. Only the people involved will recognize themselves in your stories, and only if the random details are precise enough. But it was fun meeting the real-life versions of Gabe, Claire, Kyra, and Lini." "Does anyone else know. “No,” she croaked, scared to say any more in case she broke down.Deirdre reached over and stroked her hand. “Shall we do a runner, find somewhere quiet and you can talk about it?”Sinead nodded and the two girls picked up their bags and slipped away.They sat on the stone cairn overlooking the town. The ruins of the ancestral home of the O’Connors were visible on the hill opposite. Deirdre pulled a packet of Marlboro lights from her bag and together they inhaled the acrid cigarette smoke and lay.