They hadn't given us any notice for security reasons. If I had taken the call I would have explained that not trusting us was laughable. Regardless we...were to meet in the parking lot behind the church Hugo and I had used to review the film files.The church was two miles from the dock, but it was the closest place they could park the tech van with some cover. So Hugo and I drove his Bronco to the frame church. I put on the ski mask before I left the Bronco.A guard approached us. "Agent Mission. This one was one block of dead grass and weak, sickly trees, with a few splintery picnic tables and those old fashioned grills on a pipe. At one of the other tables were some rough looking kids.Wendy took her watch out of her pocket and set it on the table."David? Would you please get the black zippered notebook from between the seats in my Ford?" Wendy was uneasy about the other table.David walked back and picked up the notebook, 'surprisingly heavy, ' he thought. Never the less Wendy wanted. Having the kids on your own all the time tends to drive you fucking nuts. Just ask any single mum. To pretend that I was actually entitled to some form of freedom I just had to get out as soon as my wife turned the key in the front door. I’d already packed the fishing rods in the car and decided that if I could find a decent river I’d sit and do some fishing, or if all else failed I had my binoculars with me. No I’m not some freaky bird watching twit, I’m more of a freaky woman watcher. I. It was moments before there was any movement from the old fella, but he looked up with a twinkle in he’s old eyes.“Missy, you’re one hell of a fuck, wish I’d have known you 40 year ago. God, I’d have given you a seeing to…Hell!”Belinda started to gently lift from him, but taking her time, there was still enjoyment to be had from the mammoth cock, even at this slow pace the helmet and the bulbous veins made sure of that.“You’ll be needing that towel of yours or my bed will be awash missy!” Bert.