"Aren't you going to open it?" his wife asked."Oh, of course. I was just thinking about something." He broke the seal and pulled out a small sheet of ...ream-colored paper. Beall unfolded the letter and looked at the subscription. "From the fellow we had supper with, Wainright. Don't think I knew his name was 'William' before." Yes, and?" his wife asked, her knitting fingers stilled."Guess I will be going down to Georgetown tomorrow. The constable wants to see me. He writes that he has caught a. .” I considered her request. I so badly wanted to show her what she was worth, to give her what she deserved, but I couldn’t risk losing her as my counsellor. I needed to know I could still rely on her after. “Just make me one promise,” I said, looking directly into her dark eyes. “You close your eyes and picture your husband while I do this. It’s his hands, his mouth, his desire all over you. Don’t make this personal. I’m just helping you to help yourself. Showing you what to show him.. Alfie was a man in his late thirties with a stocky but powerful build and tightly cropped curly hair. He seemed like a happy soul and appeared to take an immediate liking to me. This put me at my ease straight away.?Come on then young man, climb aboard. Let’s take you for a little ride.? With that he climbed up into his lorry and started it up.I quickly followed and sat next to him in the cab. We seemed to have driven for quite a long time; it must have been at least 5 or 6 miles to the tank. In the end, a message appeared with a large text box below.‘Write your request in detail, explaining the whole situation from the beginning. The more details, the greater the possibility of the request being approved. Do not enter false information, as we will see it as an act of bad faith, in which case we will silence you. Remember that you are being monitored. If the order is approved, a budget will be made based on the target value.’The last two sentences startled May a little, but after.