That part seemed curious to Jane. How was it that British Intelligence had never been able to track down one of their own students, to recruit him int... The Service? But then she remembered her conversation with M, about how her father, the legendary James Bond, possessed all the stealth of a rampaging elephant. Had her father, he wondered, been assigned to find and recruit Walker? Had the great James Bond, as usual, gotten involved in so many highly-visible car chases and explosions, that. Mama had a goat named Nannie. I can’t remember why in hell we had a goat. We didn’t live on a farm or anything. Nannie had little curly horns that always made me think of Princess Leia’s hair. When we had a get together it was an ongoing joke to walk over to the little goat and bend over in front of her. For some reason that pissed her off. Every time she would hike up on her back legs and heat butt you square in the behind. I remember my sisters would bring their hot shot boyfriends and trick. Being night time, the park was lit by the odd street lamp along the various paths that ran through the park. Apart from some roosting ducks, the park was empty.He got out of the car and headed into the gardens. Sam knew what to do, she got out and followed him a few metres behind. He walked towards a rotunda which was surrounded by trees. There were a few picnic tables s**ttered nearby. Sam suddenly lost sight of her man. She slowed her pace, puzzled, she looked around wondering where had. ."Is that what you'd like me to do Sir?" she asked smiling slightly, knowing already what the answer was going to be."Yes, very much so. Go and find out how many of your fingers you can get inside you...how much you can do yourself... just use that feeling and imagine me there, getting you prepared for my hand... and see how full you can get yourself, and write me up a nice little report when you're done."She flushes slightly at the thought, clearly not displeased with it. "I can do that... if.