Coitus (physical union of male and female genitalia accompanied by rhythmic movements; sexual intercourse) I giggled. Yep, that’s I thought! But why...didn’t they just say “ ... during sex”? Hmm. Wait on, didn’t that president get into trouble for saying “I did not have sex with that woman,” when he really had done sex things with her, just not proper sex. Maybe he should have said “I did not have coitus with that woman.” Then everyone would have understood him.This was all very interesting, but. A small voice in my head insists that he wouldn’t have hidden anything in there. Maybe I’d peruse them later, if all else failed. It wasn’t high up on the list. Unless he hid something in the safe behind the Derain painting that flanks the door, the only other option would be his desk. My left knee brushes against a small recessed drawer, lacking a keyhole, guarded by a stamp-sized square of black glass. Fingerprint recognition. I smile to myself, remembering the first time I met him. I was. ‘They said there were no tracks. I’ve never met a beetle who didn’t leave tracks.’ ‘They?’ prodded Lei, encouraged by the length of Black’s sentences. ‘The beetles.’ ‘Tracks?’ prodded Lei. ‘Marks left in the ground by footprints,’ snarled Black. Lei sighed. Attempting a conversation with Black was always hopeless. ‘It was a child that found me,’ said Black. ‘His name was Erric but everyone called him Bubbi. I was wrapped in leaves held together by straw. Only my face showed. Bubbi carried me. “ Madam did you mean what you said about the boy fucking us? “ I was taken aback by her honesty but I told her that I was serious about my suggestion. I beckoned the boy over to me I put my hands on his hips and turned him round, I now had his shiny tight bum in my face, I kissed his lycra clad arse cheeks and pulled him down onto my lap. I reached around and began massaging his penis through his tights, it felt so good it was hard and warm yet silky and smooth through the lycra, I looked at.