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Add in organising supplies and planning for every contingency, and it was no wonder he felt exhausted.It was two in the morning and high time he had some stress relief.I've got three more novel-length tales written and a fouth nearly completed. It had been a really long day, and only midway through what was bound to be a long week.It had begun with his friend Danny's death two days ago, and since then the Island had been a hive of activity getting things prepared.It wasn't her intellect that interested him at present though as he watched the live feed from her vacant bedroom, his memory providing him with hundreds of images of her sleeping in that very bed.He felt the familiar stirring in his groin and smiled. His fingers found the small dial next to the keyboard, punched in the camera number and then rotated it back.
On top of that he had a burial to organise for Danny on the Island.
The first of the three large screens flickered into view, a camera situated in the bedroom of Danny's favourite PA, Patricia,.
She was one of Edwin's favourites too, a hot, toned blonde with a bundle of intelligence and determination.
Seeing her side on as she lifted the towel, her body taught and firm, her breasts pert and round, Edwin slipped his hand around his cock, slowly stroking himself as he watched her dry herself.
She moved too quickly for him though, drying herself rapidly then slipping under the sheet on her bed, settling down to go to sleep.