They splashed ashore and pulled the boats a little further out of the water. Two men remained guarding them whilst the other ten headed for the small ...own nestling at the head of Loch Fyne. The good townspeople were all rudely awakened when Donald Mclachlan and his friends invaded the house of William Thomson. His two daughters were asleep and also a friend, Catherine McArthur. Aged nineteen, she was endowed with gleaming black hair, a flawless complexion, trim figure and a warm smile that lit. Gunther bounded into the living room happily, my wife following behind him wearing a huge grin. Both knew what was coming next. As did the audience: text-cheers flooded in.Time was wasting. “Baby, we need to finish cleaning, right? You’ve cleaned the house. Now it’s time to clean Gunther.”She nodded. “Gotta clean Gunther.” She was sitting on the floor as the dog nuzzled and licked her boobs.“What’s the dirtiest part of a dog, baby?”We’d been through this routine a few times before, so she knew. Our situation is a little different here in Beta. This is an old system, and this particular front was created before any of us were born. The original Agency contact was a businessman, recruited after he had already made his fortune. A friend and confidant of the first of the Director, he was already in a position of some influence and had access to governmental sources that would have taken many years to create from scratch.When he retired, he agreed to leave the infrastructure in place and. .. nudity, shall we say? Lots of'sniffing' and 'inhaling,' if you get my meaning. Of course, they weredifferent times, and different values in some ways." Harriet sigheddreamily, then continued, "It wasn't my scene, of course! Anyway, I thinkthat's why he never got an OBE or a knighthood or anything like that.Though others seemed to get gongs when they were just as naughty, didn'tthey?" She laughed."Funny thing, though," Lady Harriet continued, "He loved his horses. Maybethat's why this place.