“And tonight I thought I’d call and tellyou some of the things I’ve been thinking about. Doyou know where my hand is while I’m...talking to you,Craig?” I heard a sniffing sound, then a soft giggle.“My finger smells like tuna fish.”I could’ve shit my pants when I heard that.“And my finger is wet,” she told me. “It feels like Ijust peed on it. Oooh, it’s _still_ wet down there.I’m touching my pussy again, Craig, rubbing. I was afraid of what I would do if I did lose it. But now, there was no longer any doubt in my mind about the source of the slick stuff.I was worried about this all morning so I went to see a video and computer geek friend of mine. I didn't tell him much except to say that I would like to be able to video anything that happened in a room when I wasn't there. Something like you would do if you were checking on a babysitter to see if she was mis-treating the kid. He knew what I was talking about. The performers had no say in it, obviously. So while we were thinking up what we wanted to say, I was also thinking about what you might need to say." So we only got half your effort," Mary said. "Gee, thanks." Half is still more than you deserve," Trinity said with a small smile. "You couldn't handle my whole effort anyway. Ben, do you want me to e-mail this to you? I wrote it down." Please," Ben said. "We might change some of it, so don't be pissed off if it doesn't show up word for word." I. "Aw mum, thanks, this has been amazing, I never expected anything like this." Yes Mrs. Burton thank you, you are very kind." Mrs.Burton? I told you gal, me names Mary." Thank you Mary," she said and kissed mum warmly, "But what is this cream crackered?" Cockney rhyming slang my darling, cream crackered- knackered, tired, get it?" Yes I think so," she smiled then put a hand up to her mouth to stifle a yawn."Jack I think I'm a little bit cream crackered."It took half an hour to say our farewells.