-¿qué hacías pajillero? -dice en voz baja mientras el conductor va a lo suyo, ni se entera.Giro la cabeza y la miro avergonzado, la rubia comienza ... acariciarme el muslo mientras con la otra mano se desabrocha un botón de su camisa a cuadros, deja ver un canalillo precioso, no lleva sujetador. Miro su flequillo sexy que le tapa un ojo, ¡joder! esta también me pone, estoy fatal.-¿cómo te llamas? -susurro-¡qué más da! -me dice mientras comienza a meter la mano en mi pantalón, saca mi polla al. .. It was weeks since Mike had made love to her, and she felt a sudden, urgent longing to feel his body near hers again, experience him through the body of the new woman she had become. Her face brightened as her husband hurried into the kitchen."Hello, Sandra," he called, "any coffee ready?" Sandra looked at him uneasily. He was slumping tiredly in a chair, his eyes roaming aimlessly around the room. He didn't even seem to see her!She handed him a steaming cup, and without even acknowledging. They couldn't let on that they knew the plane was involved. One man stood by the plane as though guarding it.Rudy said, "There is a rifle between the seats and the left door. We will act like we have been hunting."Mike went to the State Trooper sub-station to see if Mary was there. She was talking to two of the men from the plane. She was in uniform and Mike was not. Mike entered and said, "I need to report some hunters with a medical emergency fourteen miles southeast of here."Immediately Mary. The first was an antique leather-bound journal with a worn strap holding its covers shut, the second was a heavy envelope with my name, Melissa Gordon, written on it in neat (if old-fashioned) cursive hand. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company watermark in the center of the page. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the accompanying diary to the nearest living heir of the doner..