We need help here, both from the FBI, and the Justice Department. Also, we need a joint effort by all concerned, including state people and any locals...who can be trusted. We’ve slavery, child pornography, kidnapping, a major drug bust, a possible pedophile supply center, and links to who knows what, or whom. This is potentially the biggest case of our careers, maybe our lifetimes. We need no turf wars, inter-agency political battles, or glory hounds. The true heroes here are these local people,. I wonder why?”Numa glowered, asking in persistence, “And who exactly is this Decala?”John blushed as he replied, “My extra concubine: the woman that weaves cloth.”Numa’s face cleared. “Ah. That is all right, then. I wanted to meet this weaving person that caught your interest. But why is she here? Did you invite her? Has Chief Maranga sent her, or what?”“Wait and you can ask her, my darling,” said John, relieved that the matter was resolved without more hassle for him.Numa now muttered,. ”Brad paled and broke out in an instant cold sweat, “You got knocked up?”“Let’s just say we should have been careful.”“When will you know?”Morgan studied her brother’s face and thought, “I should start my period on Christmas day. If I don’t, we can panic.”Brad lived as a high strung bundle of nerves for next five days. Christmas arrived but Morgan gave no hint if her cycle started. Christmas passed and Brad’s nervousness became a low level panic, his sister wasn’t talking to him about getting. Then she put her D-cup boobs right up to his face. He certainly enjoyed that view, so he put his face right in between her tits. He tickled her a bit, and made her laugh. That pissed me off too. I wanted to be the only one to make her laugh. Then he put her arms around her and held her close to him. I guess he wanted to really feel her nice knockers."Oh, you like these tits? You see, Alex, my boobs should be shared. You shouldn't have them all to yourself," she said.I didn't say anything to.