"Did you ever meet Miss Right?"“No,” I said, “I haven't.”“Actually," I continued. "I was in two relationships, both long term. And both with...men." "What happened?" Allison asked. "They just ran their course," I answered. "Like any other, I guess." "I know that you used to have a thing for my husband," she said. This came down like a lightning bolt. Suddenly, I felt as though I was on the defensive. "That was a long time ago," I answered.I looked over at Ryan, who smirked back at me.“No," I. “We are the ones who will determine whether you live or die. Now shut up and listen to the questions. Answer each one as I finish it,” I told him.“What is your name?” I asked first.“I want a lawyer. I have a right to a lawyer,” he demanded instead.“You have no rights other than to answer our questions, and we don’t deal with lawyers. We deal with the TRUTH; something most lawyers have little or no acquaintance with. Now answer the question before I demonstrate just how unhappy I am with you,” I. It had been with such a flush of victory that she'd come to Los Angeles to work for the Defenders. They'd actually stopped construction on Old Brook, and it had never opened! Now, that had been worth what she'd had to do to those police officers! McMullen had been right, after all, they'd been spies, but she'd converted them long enough that it had counted. In fact, there hadn't been a new nuclear plant opened since Old Brook was stopped, and that was a victory to feel good about on the nights. "Mmm," I said, licking my lips. "Tasty."She sat back down and took another sip of her tea. "What do you know about C.Y.M.R.U.?" Uh?" I said, showing my deep understanding of the term. I looked at Mary."I've never heard of them," Mary said."Me either," Lisa said, walking in, naked, from the bedroom. "Is that coffee for me?"I nodded.She sat on my lap, picked it up and took a sip, "Mmmm." She had no idea. I wiggled her a bit closer into my lap."It's political," Amanda said. We were listening, but.