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Harrison Hayn owned. All of their many vastly differing points of view were cozy with Hayne financial interests. Circling around the left deck side, which was only obstructed by a leaning wooden plank barrier, easily dodged, they cleared the corner straight away into the guard room thus stumbling in on an old friend and acquaintance Charles Bastion, commissioner of parks and recreation. Obviously Commissioner Bastion hadn't expected company today. On the wooden teacher's desk, which was used for blue prints, near the window in the guard's room overlooking the length of the water outside, blue prints pushed aside, lay a roughly thirteen year old black girl, naked, legs wide and embracing the commissioner - who was well into the rhythm of his sexual performance. Slowly enunciated, drawn out, and in rhythm to the action before her, the mayor's wife drawled, "Chah-rels. Dahr-ling!,.... ooooh how recreational." The photographers got plenty of pictures for trophies as Charles kept his rhythm going until he was done. The photos, he knew, were never to be printed, but just enjoyed by the in set. He scooted little Denise, that's what her name was, away with a pat on her buttocks and joined the assembly with, "Hello, Mrs. Mayor. You're a bit early for the dedication?" pulling up his pants and doing his belt. She replied, "I see you're not early. Improving, are you, Charles?" "Practice is everything. Keeps me hard," he bounced his eyebrows. "I wouldn't know," as the journalists covered their ears in disbelief, she whispered to him, "Call me." Frank Aver went on to explain that this carnal event was never reported, although the commissioners title was often recited as Commissioner of Parks and Procreation. The subsequent pictures of the mayor, his wife, and the commissioner - they included