I always wanted to account for my money rather than someone else’s money. To be honest, I never liked accounting. I only did it because being good a... math, it was easy for me to master debits and credits and assets and liabilities. Good with numbers, I got the concept of balance sheets and income statements, too. The only other thing that I knew how to do was to write fiction. I wondered how I could incorporate both my love of writing and my accounting expertise into one business. Was there a. "In the last 24 hours, the child and its mother were ... removed ... from that air base, during darkness." Removed from its surrounding military personnel, on an air base, in England, and spirited away?" Karl sounded unbelieving. "Sir, I hate to say it, but this sounds terribly like an excuse for not producing the child. Do you have injured personnel resulting from this raid?" No, sir, none. It was surgical strike, better than we could mount ourselves. Karl, I swear to you: it is the truth. We. After a few tries, I talked to one "girl" (I'll use the feminine from now on) that seemed like just what I wanted. We talked for a few minutes, I mentioned what I was looking for and asked about location and rates. She gave me directions to a convenience store a short ways from her place and told me to drive there and call again.I had another drink while I made up my mind to go through with this, paid my tab and headed out. Getting in my rental car I drove to the directed place and called. ” Sarah tried to look disappointed as she spoke to Don, her mind wandering to the bathroom and Greg. Don sighed realising he had no choice but to go back home.“Its at least a twenty-minute journey from here Sarah. If I make good time I’ll be back in forty-five.” Don kissed Sarah one last time giving her a soft pat on her ass before leaving the restaurant. Sarah watched Don go to make sure he left before standing and walking sedately to where Greg was waiting.“Where has he gone?” Greg asked.