Tell Deacon to set up an email for me ... I transmitted.We are ahead of you this time ... the controller said.Seems you are ahead of me more often tha... I knew. So what is the Email?...We are going with [email protected] ... was the reply I received. Then ... please leave no trace of it when you finish...When I finish you are going to need to nuke it ... I transmitted.Yes, well it is a burn account. The whole pig farm is just a site for you. It is untraceable ... the controller. They came to Stacy and rubbed against her legs lovingly. Stacy seemed in her element outside. She reminded me of Daisy Mae Clampett from the TV show the Beverly Hillbillies when she was in the pigpen. She got down on her hands and knees and drank from the pigs water trough. The water had to be stale and full of gross pig spit but she put her head in it and drank with abandon.“You aren’t grossed out about that?” I asked when she finally finished.“If that grosses you out, then you probably. Why?”“Another good question!” Bill said. “It’s because I know these girls very well. Better in some ways than they know themselves. You see, if I ever get a call from them regarding the contract, it will be to change something that they think is unfair... to Microsoft! In these two women — and in their sister, the Queen — I am working with the most honest, most honorable, fairest people alive. They could no more take advantage of a business partner than they could fly.”He stopped and waved his. I'm pretty sure I was the only one who saw and I chuckled at her embarrassment. She laughed it off too. The waitress popped over and asked for our drink order. "Whiskey and soda." Kate responded. "A double." She added.I ordered a beer and our drinks showed up in less than two minutes. After a couple rounds we ordered food. It was delicious and we topped it off with a few more rounds. Now that dinner was out of the way we sat back and relaxed, taking in the crowd and the music. Kate was a.