’ ‘Sorta my impression too. Look Jeff, thanks for showing me around. You really did an impressive job. Anyone who knows computers and networking w...uld be able to see that.’ ‘Thanks Mr. Ames. I really appreciate that.’ ‘Look, I’m going to go for a walk and maybe catch a nap or something. See you at the fire later?’ ‘You bet Mr. Ames. My Mom said she’s coming over too.’ ‘I’ll look forward to meeting her. Talk to you later.’ I started walking along a trail that had been pointed out to me by his. Most of the speculation was about the one piece of information they did have: the name I used. In reality it'd come from my initial email address ([email protected]), which had been a purely random collection of letters generated when I'd bashed keys thoughtlessly. It just happened to vaguely resemble "majestic". I'd ended the random name with "321", just to make the total name more unique. The media's guesses ranged from my trying to destroy the democratic system so I could install a. Jan was my queen and certainly crowned my glory almost as soon as I arrived. “I shall be your Boadicea today Alex and lavish you with a bowl of fruit” and by that she meant she would empty the bowl over my naked body and crush all as she rendered me a full massage. Jan was always exiting and unpredictable presenting me with something new to show how pleased she was to see me at weekends after a heavy week on the rigs. We’d talked about a committed relationship but for now this was fine. This. It was a Saturday afternoon when a friend and me decided to have a few drinks at a lounge in the French Quarter. A woman, nice figure and attractive, sat down at the bar two seats down. We struck up a conversation and I told her of my work in Africa. She asked about the black men there and how they viewed white women. Surprised me but she was intrigued so I mentioned to her that I also had written stories about interracial experiences.My friend left and the lady and me sat down at a table. We.