Let's see what else you can come up with."When the hour was up, Hank briefed the group on what was known about the four assassinations. What was fact,...what was guesswork and what was just hunches were displayed on the walls of the conference room in bold letters 50mm high. The bare-bones outlines also appeared on everyone's display screens on the conference table. Just touching a finger to the outline point would drop down to the next level, with every detail that was known on the cases. Photos. Putting me at ease, seemed their intent from the first hand shake. I was apprehensive, since I had only imagined this sort of meeting. Now that it happened I was excited beyond belief. Nancy and Roman were around my age. Meeting face to face was a requirement. After introductions and a minimum of small talk we got down to the reason for the meet. I had expressed an interest in becoming their sub/sex slave. They were agreeable with me being a novice in this type of setting. I was told they were. Be sure to watch me do my cheerleading routine after school. I think you will like it.”She saw her uncle blush and look down at his book about Egyptian art with strange drawings of ancient Gods and Goddesses. She knew he kept a secret book of historical porn in his bottom drawer. When it was disguised inside the format of “art” it was so easy to keep it out of the realm of perversion. As a convicted abuser, he had to be careful about every little facet of his life. Of course, the books were. Why not? Gran didn't know my e-mail address, and it was just a laugh anyway. The e-mails didn't really get passed onto the ladies, they just went to the magazine, where the staff no doubt pissed themselves laughing at the sad tossers who sent them. Well, that's what I thought.So I sat down at my PC and, my hands trembling slightly, I wrote my e-mail. I hadn't thought it out at all, and just typed whatever came into my head. In the spirit of the magazine, though, I wanted to make it as dirty as.