, Michael,” said José María. “We may have misssed some small fry, that always happens, but not very many of them. ‘Nannies International’ is...permanently out of business, and some of the operators in the U.S. are singing interesting tunes about who on the local level, city and county officials mostly, facilitated their operation.“One of the biggest single links in this was the stuff from Monsieur M’s computer you got on the hard drive, Michael. It was critical.” José María paused for a moment.. She remembered someone coming up behind her and grabbing her, putting a cloth over her nose and mouth. d**gged??? But why? She looked at the large bed in the room. She looked at the massage table in the corner. The colors of the room were beautiful - red - lush and ripe. Veils - soft and strong - hung in various colors all around the room.The basement of the court house had always made her feel uneasy. It was huge with many rooms. That was when she noticed a door. Rising she walked to it and. "Are the photos you took of me done yet?" Tammy asked as she showed her friend some of Ted's work.Ted pointed towards the other room and the stacked teenager quickly ran in to get them."Take a look at these," she told Chris when she returned with the pictures. She laid all the photographs out on the dining room table."Oh, look how wide open your pussy is here!" Chris said. As she gazed at the pictures, she could feel herself getting turned on and she could hardly wait until Ted was ready to. "I didn't look up at him. I stayed focused on my phone, trying tocomplete an e-mail to my parents. They had ridden their motorcycle downthe east coast of the United States, and would be in New Orleans in afew days. My father was perfect for the task of rooting out the moreunseemly elements of the city's mystic community. He was fearless, aswell as practical and had a sense of adventure that took him into theunderbelly of cities. He had been to Afghanistan in the late seventiesand more recently.