The electronics experts swept the yacht clean of all surveillance equipment, and installed blocking devices to make it impossible, at least in theory,...for us to be electronically monitored while anywhere aboard. The exceptions were our own devices registered to our intelligence receiving station ahead of time.At the five-hour mark, the Judge walked in with Mr. No Name. They led me to the safe room and debriefed me for almost two hours, while checking to see if the forensic people had anything. "So tell me about your influences? Do I detect Graham Greene, even alittle Raymond Chandler? Plenty of Sarah Lund and Lisbeth Salander ofcourse ..."I just nodded, afraid talking would make it all stop. That she'd realiseI was an imposter."Unusual influences for a woman," she looked at me shrewdly. I wasalmost wetting my knickers in panic. She squeezed my arm and said,"Saving it all for the page?" Um, uh, sorry. I'm just grateful that you'd even look at my book." Take a deep breath, dear. It's. I can't take much more," I begged him.He got up from between my legs and hovered over me. He kissed my lips hard and passionately. He pushed his cock inside me in one thrust filling me. I moaned as he began to thrust hard and deep. It felt like he was pushing his way into my stomach. He pulled my legs up and put them around his head and thrust into even harder and deeper then before."God you feel so good Allie," Scott said thrusting into me harder. It felt like he was drilling me with his cock,. Wasted opportunity for usable space. A bright blue sign announced 'OPEN HOUSE' with an arrow pointing the way.At the door, a vaguely familiar dishwater blonde in a yellow zip-up dress met me. "Mr. Marcus?" Yes, that's me." I entered the house."I'm Melanie Ferguson, Ella's sister." She extended her hand. I shook it. "You asked Max to meet me?"Max had come through on my request. "Yes, I did."She didn't let go, evolving the handshake into handholding. "You and Ella had quite an encounter, eh? I.