I'll get it immediately." Angus hurriedfrom the study, through the white French doors, past the pool and to theguest house where he was staying. I'm j...st a glorified secretary, he fumed silently, I might be called anExecutive Assistant but I'm just a gopher! The bugger didn't say Milton -he said Miller! The arrogant prick!He rummaged in the box of files he had brought with him from the city andpulled the Milton file from its grasp. This is supposed to be a break,but Broderick works even harder. I was trying to imagine what was happening but I would never know.Never know the look she had on her face.Never know if he rubbed his hard cock on her beautiful lips whilst she smiled.I'd never know where his hands and lips had been and I'd never know what position he had my beautiful wife in as he unloaded his big balls inside her.It didn't last long to be honest and I can understand why.He let out some load angry groans and then there was a period of silence.I went downstairs and sat in front. He put the statue on the table by his bed and watched it walk around. He sighed wishing that the real Suzie was there with him. He had to spend the night in the hospital because of his concussion.For the tenth time that morning, he picked up the latest copy of the newspaper. His mother’s picture was on the front page. At least they had the decency to blur out the private bits. He sighed and said, “That’s another one for her collection.”His mother entered the room. Seeing that he was looking at. "Some place South of Moscow, I think." Bryansk, Kaluga, Orel, perhaps?" No, doesn't ring a bell." Tula?" That sounds like it," she said. "Hmm, Tula, yes, I'm sure of it, why?" No reason. Just curious," he told her. He looked at her again, studying her face. There was, he thought, something about her. And the similarity between her and Svetlana? There had to be a connection.Tula? The town played heavy on Mischa's mind as he drove the big Buick. Tula had been a town of immense importance since.