‘I wanted children once,’ he spoke. Sandy tensed, his tone suggested that she was once more about to hear one of the Tales he keeps hidden behind ...is strange façade. ‘That was before Katrina. See… I headed into the Superdome to take a piss. Dangerous, but I really had to go. Anyhow… I passed by a… child.’ His body vibrated slightly. Sandy looked at his profile as he continued. ‘I don’t know if it was a boy or a girl. Dark hair. Couldn’t be any more than… five months? Maybe? Just laying there…. ”“Perceptive aren't you, soldier girl?”“Well, English, it kinda comes with the job. I'm a private detective.”“Like in the movies?”“In the movies you solve murders. In real life, you find people who generally don't want to be found, or you expedite a divorce.”“And how does one expedite a divorce?”“Get evidence of adultery.”“So . . . you hide in the shrubberies with your camera.”“Sometimes. But sometimes I am the girl because when I want to be I'm pretty. Men are suckers for a pretty girl in. The driver clearly didn’t know what to make of this situation. I took out another condom and held it up and pointed to the girls cunt. He still seemed not to fully understand ( I do not speak the language and these guys speak no English) and we were getting near to my house. I pointed to a little lane next to the main road and he got the message. He pulled over and spent a few minutes fapping off in the front seat to get himself hard and put the condom on. I laid the girl out on the back. As I went outside M was looking round nervously to find a place in the garden which was the least overlooked by neighbours, she decided on a place behind the shed but with a slight view down the side of the house to make sure no one was coming up the drive. She then lifted the bottom of the Indian dress she was wearing, stepped out of her shoes and stood with her legs slightly apart, I looked on eagerly, at first I thought that she wouldnt be able to do it with me watching but then a hot thick.