I told him whatever she wanted. He said he wanted me to understand that the treatment involved him inserting his penis in my wife's vagina and wanted ...o make sure I couldn't handle seeing a black man doing that. I told him I had no problem with it all as long as he took care of my wife's sexual frustrations. He said he was sorry but he didn't have much time, his wife was expecting him home for dinner and we had better get started. We went into the bedroom and he asked me to undress my wife for. And after that she said me to be watching the TV by the mean time she will prepare the lunch and after that v can start the work and said and went inside the kitchen, and I asked about the servants, she said that she sended the servant in the early morning itself and they will come only in the evening after 6pm, and I started watching TV and after 1 hour she came and said the lunch is ready but I said that v can have the food later and said her to sit beside me, and she said that she will wash. “It would be better right now if we call him a terrorist bomb maker. We won’t have to say shit to anyone else. Are you going to stay out of it?” She asked.“I’d love to, but it ain’t gonna happen,” I said. I handed her Agent Wilkes card, which I had kept in my wallet for over half a year. “Call this jerk from my burner phone. Tell him only what is necessary to get him to bring a team down here quick.”“Then tell him, I have a plan.” I gently demanded.Wilkes didn’t like my plan when he first heard. Not that it being Saturday even mattered to him, because, after all, he was recently retired and one day was like the next as far as he was concerned. He had recently told a neighbour that every day's a Saturday when you're retired, except Sunday of course.By this stage, Stephen had been jogging for around forty minutes since he left his car near one of the entrances to this nature reserve. Consequently, he had worked up a reasonable sweat, on what was a warm, sunny autumn day. It was cloudless.