.. nice." Uhh... Like what?" I asked."An omelet would be nice," she replied."I don't know how to make an omelet." Well, I guess you better think of so...ething," she teased, "if you want more playtime."She sipped her coffee as I used the good old internet on my phone. It took three tries but I delivered a good-looking omelet and some toast. She slowly ate it as I wolfed down the two I fucked up."That was very nice," she said, "now you can clean up."I looked at the pile of dishes and sighed. Yet so much needed to be explained. How come Hansi let me fuck his wife ?. Yet, I was sure that Marika wanted to take me to bed, why didnt she?. What happened to her and Hansi ?. So many questions. I decided to have a walk about the town to consider all this. Sitting in a cafe near the seafront I debated if I should just leave and go back to my hotel, just quietly withdraw and chalk it all up to a fantastic one off experience and avoid embarrassment to all concerned. Then I thought what about. She had placed it so that it would be uncomfortable to reach the keyboard without pulling it forward. She wouldn’t have noticed the slight variation if it had been any other day. She was already sure even before she turned it on. She turned it on anyway, wanting to see if the trap had really caught anything. She didn’t want to make it too obvious when she was setting up the trap. She knew her son was too intelligent for it. It had still been too obvious to her, but that was the best she could. 7- They bought and paid for all of the photos taken by news reporters.8- They paid the reporters to drop the whole story.9- They launched a false advertising campaign claiming their on-time and safety record.10- They even forged some documents allowing them to sell the Wallace's house.11- They took possession of the Wallace's car and destroyed the contents.All in all, they had orchestrated a cover up of monumental proportions. Criminal charges against the company and the bribed officials would.