The water heater was fairly new which was a blessing. I wanted to keep up on what was happening in the rest of the states and around the world without...the interference of the big news agencies. The answer was short-wave radio. I bought a new multi-band transceiver for about 700 bucks from a big multi-state operation with a huge showroom in northern Florida. I'd been to their place in Milwaukee years ago and liked the people. I bought an antenna tuner, a regulated power supply, a temporary. ”Shit, they move fast.“By Friday we can switch the contents of the file drawer. Our own brochure sheets with placebo blotter papers inserted. Follow Angstrom, ID his contacts. We’ll follow Rosales too, going back to the source.”Rosales. Linda Rosales. Vanessa and I had identified her from the Sullivan files. The woman I had seen pass the accordion folder to Angstrom.Morgan Fleetwood frowned, “What’s the second option?”“Arrest Angstrom. His wife too. Natalie. Onshore if possible. We’ll have a. She strained against my desk to get away but I heard her small moan. I slipped my finger down to touch her pussy lips. I very gently traced them and made her body shudder. Without warning I pulled back and told Sara to stand up. When she turned to face me her nipples were hard and clearly outlined thru her blouse. I wanted to chew on them so bad. My cock was now rock hard. I had to have my dick in her! I asked her if she was getting turned on and she only nodded lightly. Take off your shirt I. "Fresh," she said, smiling, and pulled him into the living room. Her skirt lay where it had fallen, inside the front door. "Now, get those things off."Sandy pulled his shirt off and let his shorts and briefs fall, retrieving them and laying them over the arm of a chair. He picked Helen's skirt up off the floor, dropped it with his own things and advanced toward her."I thought you came for lunch," she chided, taking evasive action."Whatever you like," he said, abandoning his approach with good.