Seen any strangers around here?" Not here. Haven't lost any stock either since they cleared that village. Lazy bastards, I don't know what else you ca... do with them?" True," the officer agreed, "how's your workers?" Stupid! Poles, what do you expect? No work ethic. You have to show them the smallest task and then stand over them, otherwise they just sit down and do nothing."The officer looked carefully around before nodding to the other men. The rear door of the carrier swung open with a groan. I started slow, darting my tongue out like a snake slithering over its next victim and gauged her reaction. I felt her fingers dig into my shoulders and back, but she wasn't pulling away and that gave me all the permission I needed to continue. I pushed her back onto her seat and dove right back on to her neck before she could think.While kissing her neck, which I now had easy access to with her looking up and making sweet music with her moans, I slowly started lifting her shirt. It was rather. All of a sudden the young officer pats my front and is startled and says something in Filipino that I don’t understand, all of a sudden there’s laughter everywhere all around me. I am left red faced. I hear the officer whom I spoken with a chuckle say “You like boys”! What can I say , in a low tone of voice I say “No” and with that I am ushered in to the police car, the street noise is substituted for police radio chatter, next minute I just sit and ponder how the girl I loved so much slipped. ’ The Major duly handed over the Babel Reader to the General, and stood there smiling as the senior officer played with the scales to tune it in. What the two of them heard bought huge grins to their faces. ——— ‘Hi Moira,’ opened up the first voice, even though translated from the original, a distinct Scottish accent filtering through the Babel computorised translation. ‘Is that Joss you’ve got in the car with you?’ ‘Yes Mary,’ the less obvious voice came back.’ He looks so sweet curled up in.