Dad looked up and arched his eyebrows questioningly.“I ran into my study partner from the ethics class at lunch. He was with his boss, Calvin Collin.... Mr. Collins asked if I was related to you and when I said yes, he mentioned you two went to high school together,” I explained.Dad’s expressive eyebrows knitted in concentration.“Little wiry guy, with a real deep voice, right?”When I nodded yes, he continued to talk.“Took me a few seconds to remember his given name was Calvin,” he said. “Back. I push the bench over to the door, climb on top in a wide legged stance, lean against the door and make you crawl to me. "I'm here to collect my rain-check" I tell you as I hike up my dress and push your head closer to my spread legs. Your tongue reaches eagerlyfor my clit as your fingers slide easily inside me massaging my gspot. "That's a good pet, make your mistress cum with that wonderful tongue" I moan as I hold your head in the perfect spot and grind. Your two fingers working steadily on. They’re also not particularly interested in bringing people to justice. Generally all they need is a set of coordinates, a license plate number or the exact time their target will be driving past a hospital or day care centre. I was fairly sure a couple of terrorist attacks in London weren’t important to them, especially if investigating them meant endangering their precious oil supply. But they seemed to have my number and in this one meeting with John Stein, which went on for half an hour. Brander watched them disappear into the crowded casino then turned his attention back towards the fountain. Ana stood holding her purse, gawking as if a chicken was perched on his head.“Wow,” she exclaimed, “you really are James Bond.”Brander noted a hint of sarcasm, but he was impressed that she didn’t seem fazed by the preceding situation. He eyed her as he redid his cuffs. “Alright, Ana. Hand it back.”Her eyes narrowed. “What?”“My phone.”She held her breath, then surrendered. “Okay,.