It seems the press is a little confused and upset that Miz Swift managed to escape Biloxi without telling a soul, but no one seems to know where she's...gone. I saw on CNN that my boss, Lieutenant Maitland, said he thought she'd gone to New Orleans, but he wasn't sure about that. I suspect General Ronstadt told him to say something like that, though." Nothing like a little false trail," Jon agreed. "So did you hang around town and watch TV today?" A little, not much," Will said. "Miz Swift and I. Dale Bridgeport ran his eyes appraisingly over the group. There were a couple of new ones here he had not seen previously, including the young blonde girl. He took a second look. Yes indeed; even camouflaged by the Spartan student' uniform, it was evident here was something very special. With apparent casualness he crossed the autopsy room, then, returning, managed to position himself between the girl he had noticed and the rest of the group. He gave her a broad smile and said quietly,"I don't. “Wow, your so open, fuck Mummy, I can see inside you. Try closing it.”I tried. It closed a little, but not very much. She ran her tongue over it. She giggled.We dressed. Well, Suzie’s idea of being dressed. Micro skirts.“Where did you buy these?” I asked her.“On the market,” she replied.I zipped the little zip up. It was short, an inch lower than my crotch. I pulled it down, but all I did was to expose the top of my thong where it disappeared down the crack of my sore arse. I left it where it. "Yes ... yes I was. How did you know?" Julia told me. She said your wife left you. She said she took up with a guy with a questionable background." She knew more than I expected."It seems my private life isn't so private," I mused. "How does Julia know that?" She thinks she met the guy at her real estate office. She said he was asking a lot of questions that weren't about buying property. She didn't like him and didn't spend much time with him. Later she saw him with your wife and they seemed.