" Marion. He is important. He has to be otherwise the Security people would not be interested in you." Oh!" Jason nodded."I don't know what your relat...onship with Guy is, but I have to tell you Marion a report is being made, and." He turned to Sylvie and Guy. "They know who you are as well." Shit!" Sylvie as always had the right word for a situation. Marion was still confused."Why would they be interested in me?" Your husband is involved in delicate negotiations. They keep tabs on him to ensure. One Saturday morning, while Gary had taken our daughter for riding lessons, and then went on to watch our son play football, our window cleaner turned up. This was unusual, because he nearly always came midweek.He was a neighbour too and I was good friends with his wife, Sally. Our kids attended the same school and we used to chat while waiting to pick them up. Dave was a good looking, but very shy man. Everybody liked him and he cleaned the windows very well too!So, when he knocked on our back. I stared at her perfect butt as she walked. i clouldnt stop thinking about it for the rest of the day. i gave her a few options of shorts and pants that would be more fitting for the stretching and holding body motions she would be doing. she picked the grey pants like the thousand before her always do. but its her choice. i like the blue ones.she stepped into the dressing room and tried them on. i asked how they felt and then asked to see. but she was shy and changed back into her ripped jean. "You're awake. Here, suck on this."It was a melodious voice, one that had practice speaking to survivors. 'This' was cold and wet ... it felt good on an unused throat."Do you remember what happened?" No," she croaked."You were shot."Ah, she winced ... that's right ... the watch ... the water ... the boat."Twice." I remember." it wasn't a voice yet ... but it was getting better."Good ... that's good. What's your name?"A second chip was held to her lips ... she sucked in greedily. When it was.