His eyes were riveting smile was sincere. ‘So what do you really want Angela?’ He asked determined. ‘You William.’ I said firmly. ‘That and ... large hutch.’ He walked towards me took me by the elbow helping me into the shop I was wearing four inch heels. Once inside I was enthralled by the magnificent work that sat all around me. ‘Who are you Angela?’ William asked solemnly. ‘I’m a woman that wants you. Not just for building I must admit.’ I smiled he was quite inquisitive more than any other. In her late twenties, early thirties perhaps. Tall and willowy. Blonde.Behind her were some of her comrades. Some young looking, others wearing the sagging flesh of old age. Apparently DeathBane didn't flow freely here."All right. Out with it. You're supposed to be carrying 5000 grams of the stuff. Give."A touch of a hidden lever and a compartment in my left thigh sprang open. I handed over the package to the blonde.The others huddled around me, groping, barely able to restrain themselves."To. I moved to the place where he was standing, so close to that girl. She was adjusting her churidar at that time and adjusted her shawl so that it covers her cleave which was earlier visible at that moment, I cursed my bad luck and thought she is worried about what that just happened and stood there without touching her and few moments later, she looked up I was looking at her and I smiled at her and she looked away within the fraction of a second. She again started adjusting her dress but this. No love making – just out right bend her over and drive it home fucking. I was actually looking forward to see where this was going to take us.I arrived home a few hours later, three days before I was scheduled. Both my son and wife were surprised to see me walk in the door. I admit I was a bit let down that I did not walk into something more sinister but both were found in the kitchen. My wife was cooking dinner while my son sat at the table. I did notice that my wife was not wearing a bra,.