He’d seen to it that Randall had a full set of hand-knit Norsk maritime woolens.Sadly, the trip had to end. We bid farewell to Uncle Jan and a host ...f friends in Norway and made our way back to America.We were back a week. FedEx dropped off an envelope at the office. I know because Stoney called me.“You need to get yourself and our offspring up here, baby. This affects HIM.”I entered the office through the front door. Our receptionist is a neat-looking but very efficient young lady, part-time. Immideately, with my hand over her chest, I forced her to stay lying on thefloorboard. "MMMMMMMMMMMMFRRRRRRRR!!!!"she protested. I kept my hand over her chest, pinning her to the floorboard. "You stay down there, hear me?" "IIIHHHMMM!!!!IIHHMNNMM...." She tried to rise from the cramped space between the backseat and the driver'sseat. But I kept my hand over her, applying pressure, so that she would stay there. Defeated, she began sobbing under the blanket that covered her from head totoe. "If. She wanted to be free again. I also wanted her pussy at my disposal again. I wanted her to be naked again too. The farewell was also coming. She came to me one day and saidA: Baby please I want to get rid of this vibrating panty. Mughe fir se nangi ghumna hai. Bahot ho gaya panty play. Please meri choot ko azad kardo.I: You will only get free from this on farewell. Only on one condition that you will have to be ultra sexy that day. People should cum in their pants after seeing you. I want you. We'll have lunch together and I'll introduce you to a few more people. If you want to." The invitation was tempting. Though the Love Library was packed most of the time, there was little demand for the things I'd be looking at. Gillespie hadn't published anyplace obscure. And I'd be nearer the scene of the crime. (I wasn't sure that that was meaningful, but it seemed to loom large in detective fiction.) And one never knew -- I might get to talk to someone worthwhile."OK," I said. "But let's not.