I don’t think you would either…What I’m trying to say about that email she sent you…don’t worry about it…I kind of found it…interesting�...�or rather exhilarating.”“You watched it!??!!”Art cleared his throat, “It was my camera I set up in her bedroom. She would spend a lot of time here, away from me and my estate and we felt if I put a camera in her bedroom it may help us remain close. And she would entertain me with her own private shows, if you know what I mean heh, heh.”At this point I’m pretty. I asked my London attorney—ah, it’s solicitor in England—to review the Program law and he told me that nowhere does it permit—or even suggest—the use of force to remove a child’s clothes. So this recommendation is for you parents: encourage your children that if they are selected, they don’t comply. Tell them that you support their refusal to participate, as you told us earlier when you said, by show of hands, that you’d actively oppose the Program.”“I say there...” Hubert began.“Sir, please,. There wasn’t much more for me to say.“She’s quite a find,” Fay added as we snuggled together and gazed down at the sleeping girl. “We’ll let her sleep for a while before we take her upstairs. Young Sofi is in for a bit of a shock tomorrow, I think.”We continued to sit there quietly. I had poured us both a glass of wine and we nursed those and just snuggled together. There seemed to be no need of words. It also gave me some time to recover.“We should wake her up,” said Fay after a while.“So. Finally, on Tuesday afternoon I asked her about using you. Sheasked if I knew something. I tried to side step it, saying you would doanything to help us, but she persisted. Finally, I told that I thoughtI caught you in panties once. But that was it. She didn't say anything,she just got up and left the living room. I thought I had really screwedboth your and my friendship with her."I just kept looking at Katie as she told her story. I could see thatthe whole situation had been draining on.