“Just stay still,” she mumbled. Somewhat later we switched and I pleasured her. Then we got up, dusted the dry sand from each other and got dresse.... We were nearly back to the 4×4 when I said: “See, that’s why footwear’s important.”“What?”“That’s an Arbanitis, a Brisbane trapdoor spider. They’re not poisonous, but a bite can be painful. They live in embankments, and I’m sure an area like this, just above the high tide line is a popular neighborhood. But my point is really that Australia’s home. I was very interested in a particular neighbor family. It consists of 4 members – couple and pretty grown-up children, one boy and one girl. I will narrate my experiences with the mother, Babita (43 years old) and daughter, Mahima (20 years old) in a series. This story is one with the mother.For the first few months after moving into the neighborhood, my contact with the family was minimal except for the occasional greeting. To say that I was not interested would be a lie. But I am shy by. ”Tony got up and went into the hallway. He came back carrying a parcel, wrapped in brown paper. “Here’s your surprise,” he said.“Fancy wrapping I see,” I said with a smile and took the oblong package from him.“Discreet wrapping,” he said and that got me wondering - and excited.I tore off the paper to reveal a plain white box. “What is it?” I asked.“Just open it, Jen.”I pulled the top open and peered inside. “Oh,” I muttered, and put my hand in to withdraw my gift. I stared at it, turning it. "It had only "anonymous" as a return address, which Lee explained in a p.s.—"I'm sending this from a public system, you can't reply. See you later!" Official diggers would trace it to an Internet café in Colorado with considerable effort. I figured the inquiry might generate a little local fame for the café, if anything.Because Ashley and his people were keeping their search for us strictly on the q.t. With the heavy-heavy hanging over their heads—as they saw it, anyway—they couldn't afford to.