“I like Alejandra, no BS. I’m glad I was there. Monsieur M was very grateful and invited me into his study Sunday night to tell me so.”With that...I told Jacob and José María what I’d seen on Monsieur M’s computer monitor. I had their attention and José María made a couple of notes.“Did you recognize the boy and girl, Michael? Had you seen them before?”“No.”“What about the location?”“It was grass, a garden, José María. Outside, obviously, but no place I recognized. It was only a second,. (Amanda is blond. Naturally blond, carpet and d****s matching delightfully.)So. I have a daughter. My reaction, of course, was to start stroking her spine with my left hand. "That tickles!" she laughed."Well," I said in my most earnest tone, "this papers and pictures seem to be legit, but I'm gonna have to inspect you, just to be sure." Inspect me?" she asked, with a puzzled look on her lovely young face. "What do you mean, Daddy?" Well," I replied, "you probably are my girl, but I'll have to. .. sad. She is unhappy. She cries all the time. She talks about you. Why do you not talk to her anymore? Why do you not see her anymore? She eats so little now. All she wants is to be with you again. It's not me she wants..." But she still makes love to you?" No. No. Not anymore. And not often did we ... It was my fault. I was so lonely. I am so lonely. I hate it here. I hate it nearly as well as Binta hates it. Because I am black and the only black person here, I am treated very bad by the .... I can't say I've ever experienced something quite like that. He seems to be a very important, but crude man."Megan replied, "Mr. Ozmann is a very important and powerful board member who has been here as long as anyone. He can be crude at times and seem distant. He has done a few things with me that even Anthony doesn't know about."We stopped as Megan pointed to the door and said "Here we are, your next appointment.I knocked on the door and a distant voice said come in. I walked in, shutting the.