Her field of view widened to its maximum, the numbers on the azimuth adjusting accordingly. The remote anemometer she had hidden earlier, continued to...feed a constant status of wind speed to the top right of the scopes HUD.She checked the time.'Change-over.' Frena liked this bit. She moved back from the spotting scope slightly, and then shuffled close to Lial, her movements slow and measured.Lial relaxed his grip on the long-las. The butt had its own small support so that when devoid of human. She had a dreamy look on her face, you could see on her face that she was fighting the urge to touch herself.Satisfied that all was well in the Taylor household I moved onto Rosanna. She had finished her shower and resumed her work about the house. She did surprise me when she carried on with preparing dinner. My morning routines check the video feeds. Mr Taylor had gone to work early as usual. Mrs Taylor had been trying to ring a number for ages; eventually she had grabbed her bag and headed. " How unusual!" Yeah, exactly. I'd taken his trousers off or shorts, I'm not sure. Anyway, suddenly I heard this 'clump clump' up the stairs and assumed it was my brother. It was too heavy for my mum and dad was at work. It turned out to be a friend of his, Marc. I had seen him once or twice before, but only briefly. For some reason I wasn't angry that he had got into the house, and almost immediately, Jim rolled over towards me and pulled my knickers down. Marc must have know what he was. .. The tiny cabin overlooking the river is indeed small; with only one door and two windows, one on either side of the corner fireplace made of field stone gathered from the surrounding slopes. It has a porch on the side facing the river, with three rickety steps leading up from a well-worn path. The inside is barely large enough to accommodate the mostly hand-made furnishings; a large bed at one end of the room, with the fireplace, stove, table and chairs at the other. It is plain, but it.