If she was targeted, that would be news. Real news.Caller: "But you can't tell anybody until after they have him. It'll spook the whole operation if y...u do. That's all I have to say. Goodbye."And there was a click on the line.Marlee called Gloria Swindon, who was the night editor. Gloria was just reading some copy about the Redskins that was going to run in the Sunday paper. Marlee played the taped conversation over the phone for Swindon."Okay," said Swindon, "it's partly your story, so get. . she got the answer I guess ;).I continued sucking her nipple for some time and she got really turned on. Her hands were on my head and she was massaging my hairs and pushing my head on to her breasts. My cock was wrestling between her thighs. There was some left over cum or precum, don’t know, but that made it sticky and gooey. I was rubbing my cock in between her thighs. I kept sucking her nipple for some more time till she became boiling hot.Now I made her sleep on her back. She was lying. Yes, there actually is such a thing, and it even has a scientific-sounding label. Apparently it was an accidental byproduct of a super-secret Soviet psychic research project in the late '60s. (I had hired an ex-NSA employee to dig the relevant information out of Kremlin archives soon after the collapse of the Soviet Union.) Anyhow, data osmosed, or memory leaked, and I began remembering things. Things Amelia probably didn't intend for me ever to know.In the first place, her name was not Amelia. After parking the car Kat reached in the back seat and picked up a bottle of wine that she had liberated from Jackie’s house. Twisting off the cap – she was glad it didn’t have a cork, because she had forgotten a corkscrew – Kat took a long gulp and handed the bottle to Lexi, who followed her example.Then they started walking, handing the bottle back and forth as they went along. It was a crisp but not cold night and the moon was full, illuminating the trees and the lake with glowing white.