The squirrels went off to bother someone else. I wasn't going to do it, at least not this afternoon at any rate. I picked up the book, closed it, and ...ook it up to Julie's room left it, closed, on her desk."Hi, Dad!" Hi, Julie!"She hugged me tight and kissed me on the cheek, the shopping bags in her hand banging against my hip."Mom let me get a bunch of stuff." So I see."I looked at my spouse. She rolled her eyes before she stepped into my arms and kissed me, too. Only she pressed herself. His handler Young had been killed, and that was all he needed to know. All sorts of thoughts flooded his head at that moment. Was the leak on his side? Not likely only he knew about his plans to defect. No the leak had to come from the Americans, they always had dirty people working for them… or leading them. Interested more in money that their morals or beliefs. He knew he had to move though, once his plans were known to anyone, even in his own circle, Allah help him his life was over. He slid. You’ve changed and the dynamics have changed enough that you no longer belong there. That simple thought calmed her and she considered her present situation, now thinking that this may be her happy time compared to what the future may hold in store for her. ‘Enjoy the moment,’ she said for no one to here. ‘You should have a problem. Everyone is healthy.’ The florist van that entered her line of vision and stopped in front of her house reminded her that it was Valentine’s Day. She put her. She made a satisfied sigh and closed her eyes. I looked up and down her thighs, noting the way they joined where my fingers now caressed her body. She quivered a little as I rubbed her. I liked the way her body felt, all warm and responsive."Mmmmm, hmmmmm, uhhmmmmmmm..." she cooed, moaning with each exhale. "Now ease your finger inside," she whispered. I wasn't sure what she meant and fiddled around to find a way into her. "Right here," she said, guiding my fingers again. It was much farther.