’Armis: ‘Track the history back on who they’ve called and who called them.’Io: ‘I am sorry, Armis. I’m not thinking very clearly. I should...know to do that. I’m tracing that now ... Okay. There is a whole bunch of calls to each other and to other comms that are off line. The only way they’d be unreachable to me is if they were deep underground ... There were a total of ten of them ... One of them had several calls to a secure comm unit in Washington, D.C. It’s not a head comm. It’s a hand held. Off we go, you driving too fast and loving every second of it. We get to your parents land and go through a gate. It's a rough path but you know it well and take it slow. We pull up to the pool in the stream. You park in the shade of a tree growing on the edge of the stream.We get out of your car and you stretch and pull your shirt off, throwing it at me when you catch me admiring you. You tell me to strip down its time to get wet.We take our clothes off and run laughing to the pool. We step. I quickly drove down the street to the parking lot of my old highschool. I had taken the back seats of my truck out in anticipation of this happening. As before i could even park she was in the back moaning while touching herself. She was so wet that it had seeped all the way through here tights. Amazingly i was able to slightly hold myself back because i knew if i teased her, even for just 5 min she will go through the roof. So i stripped her naked, taking in the smells and sounds of her. I was disappointed when she didn't play this time. She swam for a few minutes, did some more stretches and danced back up to the cottage. The look on her face was pure happiness and I wondered if someone was going to get laid. It certainly wouldn't be me. Even my toys didn't appeal to me at that time. I set the cameras up by the laptop and went to get some lunch. As I ate, I leafed through some of the magazines I'd picked up in town. The copy of Arts and Artists was the brand new issue and.