She carefully checked her hose and '96 horror! '96 got upset when she discovered a little running behind the left calf. She tried to fix it, laborious...y running her gentle fingers over it, twisting and twirling her legs trying to solve the problem, until immediately desisting when she saw one of the black construction workers looking in through the bathroom window. She ran out of there, back to her office. But she was too decent, too nice, and perhaps too new to complain about a peeping. One glance told me they aren't dangerous. They don't look like bums or criminals. Nor do they look like typical squatters. They were a young man and woman in their early twenties. They were attractive and well dressed. They look like a couple of yuppies! The woman was crying and begging me to hang up my phone.I didn't say anything for a few minutes. I finally came to my senses and asked, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"They both started talking at the same time and I couldn't understand. ” she said. I hung up. "What did she want," I wondered. I walked outside and saw her walking across her yard towards the fence. She was wearing a sarong. It was tied in a knot just above her tits and showed a lot of leg as she walked. She lent with her arms on top of the fence and called me over. The fence was old and a bit rickety. I stood in front of her. "Missed your show today?” she asked. I nodded yes as there was no point in pretending any longer. "This fence is falling to pieces," she. Sarah giggled. "So Viara was watching her before the Separation", she supposed. "Well, I can't say I blame him." You know Viara", Holak replied. "He always had exquisite taste. And not a great deal of interest in history."Sarah found a memory of Loranna's which confirmed this, and nodded. "Yes", she said. "You're right. So who is this vision, then?" Her name's Alice Edwards", Holak advised. "American. Journalist and news presenter. For the cable networks. Dominic's been trying to get into her.