With a large mug of coffee in his hand he went out into the garden, the air smelled of fresh wet grass, the flowers still damp from the rain during th... night, he wandered through the garden noting the tree's, the flowers, the bushes all as he had sketched out on his plans, with a few large tree's along one side of the garden for the cat he guessed, he liked the addition of the porch along the back of the house. He went through the side gate into the front courtyard looking around at the wide. The two of them were smoking cigarettes and had cups of coffee in front of them. "How are you today?"Ana strolled over to them. "Fine. Fine." I must say you don't look it! Come. Sit with Bida and me."Ana nodded and sat sheepishly in the vacant chair, scarcely caring that she was downwind of the tobacco fumes she normally avoided. Bida smiled at her, and Ana noticed for the first time that she was discreetly holding Zabba's hand under the table."You don't know each other do you? This is my close. ..WOW! So many differentflavors to taste, and sample. Some of them like Adult Baby stuff didn'tinterest me at all, and Scat grossed me out, but eventually I found stuffthat really turned me on. One was femdom and Female Led Relationships,and the other believe it or not was women's hands and feet, especially ifthey had long, well cared for nails. I visited so many sights, so often,and I was "satisfying" myself so at least 3-4 times a day, that I rarelybothered Diane anymore.This of course. Owen and Logan had put together a package with all the information and all of our conclusions. They had gone over everything, ensuring that they removed all traces of their illegal stroll through the internet.In addition to the Board of Donaldson and the EU prosecutors, we decided to send the information to a pair of investigative journalists who specialised in finance; one based in America and the other in England.Owen convinced me to add a friend of his, a blogger, to the list; her name was.