”Magistrate Hanson glances between the two solicitors for a moment before checking a couple of items in the paperwork before him. Looking up he says... “I think we need to establish a few facts here. Mister Green, present the facts as your client sees them, please.”Green stands and says, “Yes, Your Honour. About a year ago Mister Ball of the New South Wales Heritage Council was asked for some advice on work to the building known as Michaels Manor by a Mister Jamieson of the Rivers Council. He. ..is this where you and Mr. Z did it?"Her mouth dropped. "You know him?"I said yes. "But it's all right, hon, you didn't know he worked with me. He didn't know you either." I began to take my clothes off and she did the same. Then we were in our bathing suits. Her bikini was so revealing and my mouth watered involuntarily. Her eyes moved down to my straining hard-on and her lips were slightly parted."Mr. Z told me all about this redhead he had scored with last Saturday. When he described her, I. My father, Abraham Berhane is a Pastor with the Eritrean Orthodox Church as well as the Chief of Police in our hometown of Mendefera. I love my dad. It’s where my personal strength and love of firearms come from. My mother Fatima Dawit is a Somali national who moved to Eritrea while fleeing persecution in her old homeland and converted to Christianity after finally moving to a land where religious freedom is the law. My mother told me a lot of things about her old life in Somaliland. The. At the main gate, I looked straight up the mountain, seeing one bluish streetlight far above, on the side of the mountain. That light was the sole guardian of the cleared ruins of where my home The Cabin had stood, which had been burned to the ground by filthy and now-dead arsonists. I resolved to rebuild, root out the criminals still infesting my Town, and then went back into my mental ‘zone’ as we patrolled, seeing the buildings of the Town and the lights and the streets and the cars, but not.