.. and he thinks I did this to myself. The fact that I'm standing here, just... not even concerned really, doesn't help.But I laugh, somewhat uneasily... "Spence, it's okay! I just tripped. Really." I gesture at the floor.He relaxes a little, taking in the mess on the floor. And on my shirt. "Well... here, let's get you over to the sink." Spence, you don't need to- ah! Fuck! That stings!" My eyes smart as the cold water hits my arm and hand. My top is taken off so he can clean the cuts on my. In fact she didn’t look too bad in a motherly sort of way and it didn’t take long for me to be climbing into her bed. She was a fortunate choice because she not only knew how to please a man, but she taught me how to please a woman. There were a few others but these were the wives of the newcomers. I played it smart and never went for the young ones, I stuck to the forty pluses. Some of these women would spend a bit of time in their ‘country residence’ without their husbands, and it was. They were focused lights with colored gels in them, aimed towards the couch.Mr. Brown saw her surprise at seeing the extra lights and explained that they would help make better quality photos - photos that he could sell for more on the Internet."Internet?" she queried anxiously."Don't worry," he replied, "no one will recognize you. I’ll Photoshop your face to make it completely unrecognizable."Penny was not at all sure about that and the photoshoot started off in a most tentative manner. Mr.. The sooner we find them, the less likely they are to be identified and exploited (or worse) by our natural enemies. Donald says he expects me to take a leading role in that project. I wish he'd been more specific about what he meant by that.The main reason for today's journal entry is that two things have happened that need to be documented. I realize this journal may be a liability if I become more of a person of interest to the NSA. For the time being, I'm counting on the sophisticated.