I know she is still every day online and reads my messages to her in our private place.Jennifer is not abroad, nor a broad, so there must be a reason:...a hidden message to me!I scratch my back. I s**tch my head. I wonder where her clues and tips to me could be?Jennifer is not the same it seems, as I see a sudden change in her realms of favourites. I scratch my memory. As far as I know she only loves lesbian love videos and spanking.Jennifer sends me secret signals, as very different things show. Oh crap, I was so drunk. Robert made a mock disappointed face. “Let’s get out of here,” he said. We started walking towards their building. There were six of us: the guys, Emma, Annie, and me. ----------------------------------- Drink number 7 We drank another shot as we got to their room. Wow, I’d never been this drunk. But it looked like being drunk was okay with me. I wasn’t slurring my speech. I was still standing on heels. I could still think pretty clearly. Or so I thought. Annie, on the. Still, he isn't a good enemy, and from what you said, he's certainly put your name on his enemy list, probably in capital letters and underlined. Twice. Why the private luncheon with Grace Black?" We'll need someone to run our organization," David said. "I could be wrong, but I think the problems at Johnson can be laid at Fisher's feet, not Grace Black's. I'll know more after I speak with her privately."She patted his hand and gave him a quick kiss. "Gotta run. I'll see you at five at the Ben. No offense intended, but your people need a torkin’ reality check, you know what I mean?”“Yeah, Cyst,” Gath said with a sigh. “I know what you mean.”The dig on Gath’s people served to end the casual conversation and they went back to simply watching their map displays to track the progress of the homers. They were making their way down the trail fairly quickly, probably because it was not the first time they had come down it. As they approached the bottom—and thus the edge of where they might.