Akakha insisted on giving the colonel and his wife a tour of the refurbished pavilion and its environs. Some of the improvements were familiar to Igwa...da; it was he and his troops, for example, who'd engineered a diversion of the nearby river to provide the encampment with a steady supply of flowing fresh water, although the natives' biologically based concrete—an extrusion from the males' porous hides—served as the lining of the "Carlos Canal," as it had been dubbed before, and kept the water. Someone is out there, possibly waiting to get back on that island and see if there’s anything left of their loot.”“Is there a way you can check that out?”“I’ll contact the FBI and the State Police offices again, and see if they’ve gotten any of the men to talk. If not, they need to question them again. That man - whoever he is - had to be local, or recommended by one of the local members to get a job like that. He saw it all - and there’s no way he can deny that.”“I agree. Let me know if you. Either way, she couldn't help it. She had to keep watching. And by now she was eagerly fingering herself too as she knelt in the shadows. The exact moment when she slid her hands down her tight jogging shorts had escaped her. Probably when the girl had seductively slid out of her red thong and handed it over to the guy. He hadn't wasted any time after that and now stood in front of the table. After having pushed the girl onto her back with her legs up in the air was now rubbing her clit slowly. Maybe it was her glasses or the way she carried herself but she definitely felt more mysterious and less inviting than Jenny. Her long black hair was neatly curled and complimented. Out of the other housemates, she definitely appeared to be most mature and composed.After the introductions and idle chatter, I started to unpack and settle into my new room. The room was painted light blue as it was Diana's favorite color. There room consisted of a king sized bed in one corner of the room and two.