“Our problem comes from a small group of high tech industrialists in India that are using subtle and not so subtle means to disrupt our power grids ...nd damage the British economy. It looks like a strictly economic attack, with no political agenda. Obviously we have gobs of people looking into any other agendas that might have been missed, but their behavior seems to be all about taking us down a peg so that their... ‘sponsors,’ if you will, can move up a peg.“Where do you come into this saga,. “Yeah well, I’ve heard enough teasing about it so just keep it to yourself.” She snapped, pursing her cherry-red lips. “I wouldn’t dream of teasing a lady ‘bout her God-given name.” He said, switching the radio again as the previous channel grew staticky. “Sure. Where you from? You know all ‘bout me but I don’t know nothin’ ‘bout you. You got a wife? Kids? A dog? Anything?” She asked, clasping her hands in her lap. Her hair was starting to dry now, little ringlets springing back to life from. He has a paunch, big fleshy arms, and coarse black hair all over, but it’s the dick that catches my eye – big and drooling, a menacing cuntbreaker. My mouth waters at the memory of it ramming into my mouth, I want it again, I want more.But he hasn’t had enough of beating me, and the belt in his hand comes crashing down and knocks the breath out of me. It lands on my cunt, and my hips flinch up, like I want him to keep hitting me. He laughs, slams it down again and again and I’m whining and. Les was an controller and he ran the office Nancy was an engineer. We had many common stories about work and life in general. Les stated that he loved to play golf like I did. In fact, "he asked me if I wanted to play around tomorrow morning." I said sure that would be great. The women were talking about their projects in the community. It was so hard to believe that we were so similar, or so I thoughtI should have realized that we were different however, Amy had on a plain red blouse.