It was my mistake. I woke up this morning to the delicate scent of vanilla subtly invading my senses. I stirred in an attempt to regain my prior sleep...ng state, but the scent only grew stronger. Battling sleep-heavy eyelids, I peered through slightly squinted eyes to deduce what was going on. Aha. Her long hair, so lovingly brushed out last night after her shower, was now tousled across my pillow to tickle my nose. I reached up to entangle my fingers in the silky strands and brought them to my. She said sure. All night long she was thinking about seducing him as a gift for my bd. And that's what she did. When he came in she offered him coffee and started talking to him, asking him if he will do her in front of me. He said "sure, if he is ok with it". And this is when she called me. Turned out he had a reputation, and I don't wonder why seeing his pole... During our discussion he was sitting next to her, hugging and supporting. "Sensitive", I thought to myself. And when I said "So,. Okay she’d been drinking all afternoon when we were on holiday, but has she told you? Here’s what she told me:“I can’t believe I’m telling you this. It’s so naughty. I was such a bad girl back then. Okay, I’ve never told anyone, but I’ve got to tell someone.It was two weeks after my 16th birthday. Lisa, my best friend, and I were out in town, back when I lived in Nottingham, just out and about. Then a car stopped next to us and Lisa knew the driver. There were two other boys in the back seat. I had no idea how good my cover was. It wasn't exactly prepared by the CIA. As far as I knew it would only hold up, if they called my supposed bother. If they could get access to the military files I doubted that Karen Smith would show up. Of course the cops said the military connection would hold, but they would say that.The connection came with a trip outside Stoneville. Since I could created a fishing pole with line for next to nothing, I collected the pieces to make one. I had begun to fish.