’ He grinned and said, ‘Of course the guy hardly knows the difference between a computer monitor and a full work station but we have to put on the...show.’ He pointed at his beer and asked, ‘Want one, it’s an IPA from Canada?’ ‘No thanks. What I want is for you to look into Jonathan and Cynthia Robinson. I’d like to know as much about them as you can find out, legally of course.’ ‘Of course legally, I’m appalled that you would think I would do otherwise.’ Ricky grinned. ‘Now that we’ve got all. Instead, I sidle up and let my fingers brush the soft warmth of her smooth bottom."I love you, Suzy," but even I can hear the sadness of impending separation colouring my voice. Suzy writes:The days are growing longer. Each day I watch the geese flying home after their day in the park and each day they leave a few minutes later than before. I'm in my bed. I am experiencing a bout of unhappiness. An 'episode' as my therapist calls it. My Manda is lying beside me, reading. Each time she reaches. That Robert, tiny cock, lizard tongue. And..." I hummed and she glared at me. "You've just been there all night, you've seen what happens. Mum and me and you, we're adults, you can talk about sex you know." I know," I answered and she cackled. "I don't mind you talking about it."Holly barely slowed for a roundabout and accelerated off into the night. "Of course, I love the tease and flirting normally but nothing beats a good party. You?" When I didn't answer immediately she looked over. "You do. The fan above the bed creaked and groaned ineffectively in the suffocating heat, barely cooling the legion of flies that crawled exhaustedly over it, the clock said three a.m which meant I had been watching the fan for two solid hours as I desperately tried to get some sleep.The images from the day kept scudding through my mind, the old walled city the Mosques with their Minarets, the myriad places for a sniper to hide up, and the old slave market, especially the old slave market which was why.