Somehow though, she was able to get past the wards.”“What’s her connection to Roger?” Samantha interrupts, suddenly eager to know more about t...is feud.“I don’t know the details,” he answers, “but Roger was sent over by the FBI to the CIA to act as a liaison and help investigate a mole in their DEeP division. He returned successful but he didn’t seem happy. It was like he didn’t quite accomplish a task he set out to do. That was a trait he carried. When Roger set out to do something, he did it. Quick as ever Bud had his nose up the back of her skirt nudging her. She gave a quick jump and turned away from him laughing loudly. She thought that was great.She wanted to see more so I had her stand and look over into the woods. I looked at Bud and rubbed my hands together quickly. In a flash his nose was up the front of her skirt and it looked like he gave her a couple of quick licks before she got away from him. She laughed again and wanted to see more. I asked if she was sure and she said. But I just didn't feel hungry. I wandered down the aisles of my private library, idly glancing at all the historical literature Abigail had ordered.She was so right! As the home for the Information Storage Guild, the bookbinders of Dakar do incredible work. I pulled out one of the illustrated works on fifth millennium art. The synthetic leather and heavy dura-plasti pages were beautiful, and with a minimal amount of care the art book would last thousands of years. I tucked the heavy book under. However, I wanted a break away from my own cooking and wanted to eat proper home-cooked food and so I accepted his invitation.I went happily to his home the next day. My boss stays in a duplex on the outskirts of the city. A good looking locality with people who has no interest in their neighbors. I rang the bell and the maid opened the door and she asked me to come in. I thanked her and she showed me the sofa and said that my manager would come in a few minutes.That’s when the magic happened..