My usual schedule was much simpler. Work, lunch, more work, driving home, waiting for Damion to come home. Not that I'm blaming loneliness, of course....I find plenty to keep me busy, and I have friends to talk too. It certainly wasn't lack of sex either. Damion and I have sex almost every day. In fact, we'd had a good long very satisfying fuck the night before. It just happened. That's all I can say.I had a couple of drinks, and a small salad. We talked about old friends and old times. We. "If I can get two broken hours a night, I consider myself lucky."Brett, who did not have a lot of trouble sleeping outside, kept mute. He yawned and stretched a little, shifting the AK-47 on his lap. Another thing that the attack on the town and his follow-up speech had accomplished was to take the pressure off of Jason and Stacy. They had been living together in apparent harmony, sharing the same bedroom, walking hand in hand on the streets in daylight, and nobody said a thing about it, not. We both knew that we were taking a chance of the courts and dad finding out about us, as soon as mom and her school friend figured out they were friends back in high school, and we didn’t want the courts and dad to find out about us, which would be bad for both of us, but worse for mom. The first house we looked at had a nice view behind the house, but we really didn’t like the idea of the houses being so close together, plus there was no pool in the back yard. The next house had a nice lay out. Trang and had started looking at Dentsu, trying to determine who actually controlled the company.Ian dialed the Swiss extension and waited for Hans to pick up. "Hello," Hans answered."Hans, its Ian, have you reviewed the data files from the flight that I forwarded you this morning?" Ian asked.Hans Stremble sat back in his chair, looking out the large windows that provided a wondrous view of lake Lucerne, Hans was weary."Yes Ian, I have reviewed the vid's, it would seem that Mr. Dane was.