.We are going with [email protected] ... was the reply I received. Then ... please leave no trace of it when you finish...When I finish yo... are going to need to nuke it ... I transmitted.Yes, well it is a burn account. The whole pig farm is just a site for you. It is untraceable ... the controller informed me ... Even so destroy it when you leave it ... That's how our conversation ended.I went to the email dead drop, there I downloaded all the information from the pig farm onto to. One of these days...This is a work of adult fiction. No resemblance to reality should be inferred or expected.Copyright KLS 2008. The Interview By Kristina.L.S. The second cup of coffee helped to open the eyes and get the bloodmoving. I'd worry about finding a loo nearer the appointment time.Guaranteed I'd need it. Even with food, which for some reason I couldn'tface this morning, coffee had a slightly. Anna came in about five minutes later with a tray containing some ham and cheese sandwiches, a Heineken, and a glass. She set it on the end table next to me as she greeted me.“How are you feeling today, Anna?” I asked. “I think this is the liveliest I’ve seen you in weeks!”“Oh, I’m just fine, sir. I’m so sorry I haven’t been able to take care of things the way I’m supposed to. I hope you’re not angry with me,” she pleaded.“Nonsense. Nothing you could have done about it. It’s not like you asked. .” Cynthia giggled.“Okay, guys. I’m teasing, but keep it cool while you’re in public, okay? We want to spend the entire week here without getting kicked out. Breakfast time, so we’ll meet you in the restaurant. Be quick.”She left, laughing.Cynthia rubbed her pussy against Tom’s belly, and said in mock shock, “Oh my. Something’s come between us ... wonder what it could be?”“Just gotta go pee. Let me out of bed.” Tom mumbled.She grinned. “We could do something else to take care of that, you.