The house looked really pretty in the snow, with its fairy lights adorning the rafters and windows. In fact, it was quite picture perfect, so I stoppe... to take a photo. I framed the house against the white valley in the background, making sure that I included the lush green fir tree to the right of the house and avoided the somewhat tacky lighted plastic reindeer in the middle of the garden. The sun was low in wintery evening sky, a great time to capture the memories of the place in which I had. The guys could end the farce at any time. I had sorta made peace with the end just being the end whenever it came.So back to the real problem. The one I had some control over at the moment. What to tell Jen and how to get started. The guys back in the control room would be working on the problems as well.We communicated via encrypted cell phone signal as I moved from tower to tower on the way home. Somewhere a couple of hours from home, we decided that they would set up a dummy company. Since. My night was dedicated to finding someone who would come home with me and never be seen again. I had planned to do to this woman what I had done to all the other women: seduce them, perhaps even bring them to my apartment, have a night of unbridled lesbian sex and then, dump them in some ravine to be found by a horrified farm worker later in the month, after I had recovered from the heady effects their bl**d had in my veins. Before you recoil in horror, take the fact lightly that I would not. It's a memory that is almost still as clear as ever, even though it's about 25 years since it last happened. I was aged between 3 and 5 years old and learning to swim. Being too young to dry myself off and get dressed on my own, my mother would take me into the female change rooms with her so she could help me get changed, and I remember being very interested in watching the other women enter the room and change into and out of their swimwear too. In my young innocence, I even remember my.