"Hi," I said, about to talk to the man in charge."Hello," Jackson said."You might not remember me," I began to say. "My name is Kevin. We met at the�..." Kevin, of course," Jackson said. "I saw that you put in for the new assistant warehouse manager?" Yes sir," I said, sitting up in my chair."Think you are ready?" Jackson asked. "It's a new market. Our competitor has held the crown in that market for many years now. That warehouse will be our first step into their backyard." Well, we better put. I was also worried that the product might arrive in a coffin shaped box. How would I explain that to any inquisitive neighbours? The van was on time to the minute. The main box was about the size and shape of a washing machine or small refrigerator - nothing about it to excite interest. It was light enough for the delivery driver and I to manhandle down into the cellar easily. The other boxes were not so bulky. He declined a cup of coffee but accepted a tip.I needed the coffee to calm myself. This is not a quick fix story and not intended to be. It is already broken up in parts for ease of read. -----Mark was well aware of what was to follow the conversation he was having with Mireille. She could have chosen to give him his orders via secured electronic messages just like she did all other information and disinformation agents. But instead just like many times before Mireille had insisted on having him present.“As always, you will have to be discrete,” continued Mireille in her. ...the "throne" to her jewels??mmmmm, everything tingles in my body, from head to toethe entire fantasy, the possibility of such a reality....EXCITES MEi sigh deeply now as i plunge more into thought...i can see myself laying down, looking up at skin and moist fleshshe is hovering over me on her knees and hands, her legs straddled over my facethis is new for hernew for mei can almost hear her heart beating hard through the walls of her chest she is excited, surprisingly moreso than what i.