He was sure they weren’t working totally legal, but neither was he, and he needed to get rid of the evidence. Even the money he got from all of this...would have to disappear. He stuffed the money into an envelope, and mailed it anonymously to the first charity he could find. Lying there in his prison bed he couldn’t even remember which charity it was, just that he got the address scribbled quickly onto the envelope, slapped three stamps onto it, and mailed it off without drawing to much. You love watching me…as I squirm underneath your talented, controlling hand. Knowing that I want so much more from you only increases your pleasure. You put one of your legs over mine – holding it still so you can have easy, full access to continue your manipulations. I’m breathing harder now as you slip yet a third finger inside those tight walls…feeling the contractions as my muscles try to hold you – contain you. As my motions become more demanding I feel your hand slide away – leaving a. Thank god, her van was parked behind the house and not on the street."Hey, Joe, will you grab that easel in the hall?" directed Kelly, I shook my head and went inside."Jill, would you mind grabbing a couple of canvases from the solarium?" asked Kelly."Sure." I think we're all set," said Kelly with her hands on her hip. "Let's get in."Kelly's van was an old Ford Econoline. It had definitely seen better days. On the outside, there was a bit of rust and a couple of privacy windows in the back.. I walked into the night and over to a cabin away from all the others. I went inside and there in a straight chair sat a man with a black hood over his head. He was from the former soviet union. He was for sale now, but he had once been filled with idealism. I made enough noise so he knew someone had sat down."Hello," he said with no fear in his voice. "Well are you going to speak to me or just kill me?" To be perfectly honest I'm trying to decide," I said. "You don't strike me as gangsters, and.