Get PR to write me something”, I said, shaking my head in disbelief. It was stupid how the smallest things seemed to get blown up. Changing the subj...ct, I had to assuage my curiosity. “Any news from Sir Edward?”He smiled, mischievously. “Mission completed overnight. The target didn’t go to work this morning. We tailed him to a wig shop — an obvious tail to keep up the intimidation. He’s still there as we speak. No indication of police involvement.”“Good. Did I do the right thing by offering Ed. " And why are you here?" We think that the censors have got their priorities wrong with respect of sex and violence on film and television." In that there is too much sex on television?" No, certainly not. There isn't enough, especially for programs aimed at people my age. There is however, too much violence. Think about it, it is acceptable for there to be shootings on mainstream television, pre-watershed, but not sex. Millions of people have sex in this country every day, so why are we. . . how long do you last?”“What?”“This. . ." he said, gesturing at her with his hand stretched out wide and twisted sideways, in an off-handed gesture at her desirable profile, her shapely legs and bosom, the alluring image of an Asian schoolgirl in the prime of life. “All this, this beauty?”She looked at him without emotion, then her nose wrinkled. “With you?” she asked.His knees buckled and his torso seemed to plummet down a foot and a half until he bounced straight up like a spring,. We talked for a few minutes hoping that would wake at least one of the lightly snoring girls, but still no luck.Since that failed, dad did to them just like he did to me when I was so far gone that a bomb could go off without waking me. He reached down and shook the foot of the girl behind me. I am still both amazed and confused by what happened next.In the blink of an eye, both naked girls were out from under the covers, and had him on the floor. I saw that Annie had been the girl spooned up.