We went into the bedroom to dry off, I put on a bath robe and laid on top of him playing with his chest hair, he gave me a piece of paper with a telep...one number on it, “what’s this?” I asked, “it’s my mobile telephone number” he said, my heart leapt, I know that it doesn’t sound like much but to me it was like getting the crown jewels, it was a step closer to him, I thought that he did not want to give me his personal number because of the chance that I would pester him, but he apologised and. That sentence of the angel's made people ask, "Why did the CIA kill Mark Anderson?" It appeared that I'd been killed in the raid on Fort Dodge, but there was no actual proof that a raid had happened - only the CIA's word, which was worth less than worthless. Large numbers of people jumped to the conclusion that there hadn't been a raid by some still-unidentified, mysterious enemy force, but that the lab's disaster was part of a very nasty Government plot. The conspiracy theorists decided that. As left the second girl's house Mrs. Miller was out front messing with her flowers. I stopped to say hi. We made small talk for a few minutes then as I left she said "Maybe I can get on your route, have a nice day." I thought nothing of it right then. But a few days later I was banging that chick again on the lounge chair when I noticed Mrs. Miller's house had a window that looked down into this backyard. If she was to look out that window she would see everything I was doing. It actually. “Uhmmm...uhu.” she said softly, shoving her feet around a bit. Then she suddenly looked up determined at Gerard and held up the book in her hand, saying “Look what I bought, mister!”. She held up a book about artificing 101 and Gerard was a bit taken aback. Not only because of her cute seriousness and energy, but also because books about artificing were quite expensive, even the cheaper ones. “You bought this yourself, kid?” he asked to which she nodded heavily.“Yes, mister. With all my.