The one thing I had never figured on, though, started Thursday morning. The House vote as a grand jury would be on Tuesday September 15. Two Thursdays...before that, the morning of the 3rd, I was in the Westminster Field Office, meeting with Cheryl and the rest of the staff. Mid-morning, who walked in but Fletcher Donaldson. Fletcher was still with the Baltimore Sun, and was now their senior political correspondent, with both bylined articles and an opinion column that was on the verge of being. Your job as a spy is done, you will be given a promotion by the general.”“Thank you, Electa.”The sound of the steam being released and the sudden lurch forward meant the train was moving once again. Electa stood, stepped in front of me and straddled my lap. I watched her unzip her brown leather corset and using one hand to undo the buttons of her ivory colored shirt. I reached out, cupped her ample bosom in each hand and started to ply the soft flesh.‘Mmm, that feels good, Nate.”Electa, reached. Among them was Pender, still so named, she having then been married about a year to a man bearing her own maiden name, and was then about twenty-three years old; a tall, strapping woman, with a bum as big as a washing-tub; brown she was from working in the sun, but fucking regularly as I supposed had cleared her complexion, she was a good, comely country-woman. Our eyes met, both at the instant thought of the day when I got my fingers red up her petticoats; she curtsied, and blushed, I laughed. " What the fuck could be my fault?!" Trust me Little Brother, you don't want to know," I glared back at him.My brother was a slacker, but he was a smart guy. I am sure somewhere in the area of his brain that had been dedicated to worrying about AM, what actually happened to her was his worst case scenario. He had realized that there was a chance that AM could be or could have gotten pregnant after their sexual mishap of a couple months ago. The other thing is that for all of my brother's.