"I tripped and was in danger of falling into the river. Viktor wasvery gallant and saved me. He gave me tea at the hotel and we talked,about nothing i... particular. He was very polite." How old is he? What is he doing here instead of in the war?" He's not an old man, and he lives here; he works for his father inthe iron industry," Willy said primly.The old man's suspicions took on a new slant as he absorbed thatinformation. "Iron industry! This man, is his name Schacht?" Yes, how could you guess. You should have confirmed his identity with the phone numbers in his badge wallet. We can be in the shit on this one if we don’t cover our tracks really fast. Jones, take the FBI car to Jimmy’s and have him crush it and pile it under the rest of his junk. Give him a fifty and have the car buried among all the other junk. Smith, go out to the airport and get that plane in a hangar. I’d really like a jet of my own. I’ll have to find a pilot for me.”“Anderson and Peters, think of a place to put. Laying it down on the table she came at stood at my side. Noticing my glass almost empty she picked up the bottle and offered to refill my glass but I shook my head. “I just prefer the odd glass mid-week,” I told her. “So you want me to cane you?”She stood with head bowed and nodded.“Why?”“I just like it, Master,” she responded with a shrug.I reached out with my hand and stroked her yoni. It was warm and moist. “Is it the pain?”“That’s part of it, Master,” she said. “It’s also part of enjoying. He is shirtless and in his shorts, gave me a fishy smile like he knows whats going in my mind. He wished me and I wished him back with formal greetings. Seeing my uncle shirtless and my aunt adjusting her sari while opening the door I also caught something fishy. I know they are in middle of something and I disturbed them. I can easily sense Priya is not there and it is a bit relief to me.Shoba aunty still holding my hand and made me sit in sofa and sat beside me. My uncle is sitting on other.