When do you think we can do it?” We talked about how we would communicate. We ruled out the telephone. Nothing like strange calls to cause suspicion... Then we discussed using e-mail but decided that even thought we could be reasonably safe with e-mail we didn’t want any written evidence of what we were up to. We finally decided to just chat at the back yard fence when we were sure no one would hear us. So for the last month Sumathi and I had several innocent looking chats over the fence in our. "Bye!" called Rose as their parents drove away. Louise was meanwhile in the shower, leaving Rose to set up the television.The two girls sat watching tv, looking for any interesting programmes they could giggle at, such as sex programmes for adults. However, they never found any, so instead decided to switch off the tv and just talk in their room."I heard," said Louise thoughtfully. "That if a boy licks his fingers and rubs a girls nipples then it feels really good" Oh, really?" Rose didn't dare. " Well, Mr. Huston, I can't afford to lose money on this here wagon, so how about I cut my price to $50?" Mr. Jones, I don't know what to say. Your price seems reasonable, but all I have on me is $45 in gold. Will you take that for the wagon, plus lend me two mules long enough to haul the wagon out to the wagon train where I work? It's about a mile from here, and I'll have the mules home long before dark." Hell, Mr. Huston, ya could have saved us a lot of bother ifen I had known ya was gonna. I took a small bundle of letters downstairs, intending to explore their contents while I ate some of Ms. Kindle’s chicken. But the letters would have to wait. There were phone calls to make, and email to answer. There was a message from Ms. Dickens with a newspaper article attached. I told everyone the same thing, we were making good progress, but there was still a lot to do. When I went to bed, the letters were sitting on the kitchen table, bound together with a strand of fading, pink.