" Laurel smiled as Mr. Whitaker took the papers and started reading them "looks can be very deceiving Rivers, I can buy a hundred Zinmer's if I choose... I've watched these good people being coerced by you for months now, I plan on making Zinmer my permanent home, this is a good place, good land that has gone to waste for lack of seed, good grazing land lay's empty for lack of animals, that's going to change."Mr.Whitaker grinned widely "aye own Zinmer she does, lock stock and barrel, these. Our house is airy and bright on this cool September afternoon. It isquite a large detached house on the outskirts of town, with four bedroomsand a couple of bathrooms upstairs, a substantial kitchen-diner and autility room. The two reception rooms are both chunky, square rooms,comfortably furnished in the slightly retro style my mother likes.French windows in the rear sitting room lead into a long, walled gardenwhich, since my mother's divorce, has been kept up by a gardener whocomes in twice. You can put two and two together and get a coherent number," she said."You didn't answer my question, not that I thought you would," Qi said. "At least give me your name." Yahvi," she said."You have a beautiful name. How did such a skillful murderess come by such exquisiteness?" Qi thought he was on a roll."White man speak with devil's tongue," Yahvi said. "Your butt cheeks aren't near as taut as Apache Junction either. Listen well, Qi the Spy: I gave you the ride you requested and you now owe. I love women. I love the feel, touch and smell of them. A good body excites me as does intelligence, wit and sensitivity. If freckles and green eyes are also in the mix, then I am completely blown away.From this humble beginning of sharing my story with her and a few conversations that inevitably ended up about sex in one form or another, began the basis of what follows. “A” enjoyed the story and discovered a side to me that very few people know about.’ Intriguing’ was her deion and from there.