She looked down at Gail who had a horrified look on her face, and said, “Wow, you are quite the slut aren’t you? This is good footage!” Gail was...stunned, and could only muster a blank, open mouthed stare back at Sarah. Leaving Gail beaten and sobbing, on the bathroom floor, she said, “take a good look at yourself in the mirror, you’re quite a site!”, and walked out the door. Gail picked herself up off the floor and leaned over the sink to look into the mirror. She saw splotches of white. And if it wasn't her breasts that gave her one night stands once, maybe twice yearly when she choose it, it was her legs, firm and toned; in the right heels they were killers. In any case she proceeded in removing the rest of her clothes and slipped into the tub. She pinned up her hair, away from the water and sank deeper into the blissful state that the hot water granted her. She took one more drink of her coke, and picked up her book, letting the water relax her muscles, and the words. "I'll draw a bath, a bubble bath, lots of foamy scented stuff and you can soak while the champagne chills, yeah"She nodded against my chest,"And then we'll sit and watch two hundred channels of bloody rubbish, yeah?"Another nod, silence and then a giggle that sent a shiver down my spine, I felt her fingers gripping my hips, digging in and actually hurting me,"Three days Terry" she said as she lifted her head, "Three days and my life's changed forever" So has mine mum, remember?" Oh God yes. The address was passed around like candy by activists and interpreters. It seems like everyone knew the game and profited by it.At least the pictures were something to work with.I also sent two GPS tracking devices. I was hoping that one of my agents could install one, if there was an opportunity to do so. The new ones we had were small and magnetic; small enough to fit inside the frame rail of the older Ford van they were using. It was a boosted antenna model, both on signal reception and in.