‘Oh, you’re betting against me now?’ I said in mock surprise. Cindy just shrugged her shoulders. ‘Better call her on the phone now, then.’ I...replied. ‘One hour to her broadcast.’ ‘How are they going to get the information?’ asked Martin Nash. ‘You’ve sealed the police report, citing the possibility of unnecessarily compromising BigPharmaCorp research.’ ‘Observe and deduce.’ I said. ‘Bettina’s broadcast has given you every clue.’ I looked around as everyone thought about it. It was Tanya Perlman. “Its ok baby, I’m here. You’re ok”“I didn’t see him coming. I, I, I was cooking dinner and he came up behind...........“Who baby where is he?” I askedA small part of me expected to see a man’s body somewhere in the vicinity but hoped like hell I was wrong.“A bear, he ran off. I, I, he ran off”“Oh my god baby I’m so sorry baby, I should’ve been here. The bike.........the stupid fucking bike broke down and.......oh baby I’m so sorry.I picked my bride up and carried her down to the water and. It went on so long that I barely had time to get my bikini bottoms back on and catch my breath before Donnie came home. Donnie was wondering that night why I wasn't particularly interested in sex. For a moment I thought about telling him that it was because I had spent the whole afternoon being fist-fucked by Ginger, but somehow I had the feeling that Donnie might not understand. Ginger and I continued seeing each other for a couple of months. After she moved away, I dreamed of being. Making my way back to my room, as I wasn’t leaving till 10 am, I looked forward to at least two more hours kip. That didn’t work out at all. I climbed back into bed, and was making myself comfortable when a heard a noise from next door, a noise which could only mean one thing. Ian and Anne were fucking, or would be shortly. I smiled, thinking 'lucky bastard' and tried to shut the noise out. No chance! I gave up and lay on my back listening. I was soon as hard as fuck. Anne is a woman, divorced.