"Quiet and peaceful sums it up. Only one adult male execution in Dakar since you left, well within normal parameters." Ah. I remember you mentioned th...s briefly in your report from January 5'th." Yes sir. Oh, sorry! Just yes. The man had just failed his fifth promotional gate to CL-6 and was sure he had been given a placebo injection instead of the anti-aging drug." He did? Any idea why?" There's no way you can tell of course. It was just a hunch I guess, and a bad one too. Out of curiosity,. Sara stood with her feet frozen and her eyes plastered to the perfectly sculpted back of Ian—he could audition for any hottie role and win, or save a million drowning girls at a beach if he were a lifeguard because all the girls would fake-drown just to be saved by him. He could have all the Ginas and Lisas of the world lined up at his door waiting for him to say yes to a date. This was life in a superficial world, but Sara couldn’t complain. She was superficial too. And yet she couldn’t help. She explained that Jonathan and five of his mates were down at the summer house. This was at the end of a long garden, overlooking the river, and screened from the house by a line of conifers. It was pretty much Jon’s private domain, and the scene of many of our early sexual fumblings. I trotted down the path and round the trees and straight in the door. I never even looked in through the window. Christ what a shock I got. For a moment I thought they were having some sort of gay orgy. Then. He used his hand to wipe the tears from my eyes "Why are you crying?" He asked tenderly."Because I keep discovering more and more about you and it makes me so glad I made that bargain with you. Everything I find out makes me love you and want you more." And that makes you cry?" He asked raising his eyebrows quizzically and smiling down at me."Yes you goof!" I told him. "Women sometimes cry when they are happy.His mouth found mine and we kissed passionately again. I knew if I let this go on I.