??How? There is nothing in her file about the Lake District. Did shetalk of it to Tabatha???I don't think so Francesca. And if she had Tabatha wouldn'... havetold us. You know how stuffy and old fashioned she is about patientconfidentiality. No not Tabatha, but it just shows how all thelatest gadgetry is no match for simply keeping your eyes open. Itsaved us a lot of time, particularly as even the latest insurveillance equipment is severely limited in mountain terrain. Andshe could always have. Pete knew of a couple of abandoned or empty houses nearby but none of them quite fit the bill. They either looked a little too nice for us to be happy about wantonly destroying or else there were neighbor issues.Collateral damage is bad! Plus we were already quite a bit too far north of Miami already and this made for a not insignificant drive for Norman and his shooters to make on short notice to come after us. For time efficiency, if nothing else, it would be best that our ambushers had to. I felt smack after smack as my body had now become extremely aroused. Moisture was now dribbling down each of my legs as I cried out, “Spank me Ted! Spank me!” Ted had spanked me about twenty times when he had finally stopped. He was very horny himself as I felt him position his body up against mine. I wanted him to fuck me so badly as I cried out, “Fuck me! Please fuck me!” Ted rammed his big cock into me from behind as I let out a loud cry. He fucked me like a whore as I screamed out the. I took deep breaths and worked my stressed muscles down to just a dull ache. By then I had forgotten that anyone was watching, and was startled that Lady Megan was still sitting on a rocker reading her book by the light of a lantern that was hanging from a pole behind her.Meri must have been there earlier, for she left me a mug of water and two towels, one damp and one dry. I drank sparingly and used the towels to wipe off the sweat. I gathered the towels to put on a bench for someone to clean.