Food wasn't a priority with Tom -- oh, he ate, but it was fuel, not something he paid attention to."What does Tom do while he eats?" Tania asked."Sixt...-three percent of the time, he reads. Sixteen percent of the time, he watches the news. Twelve point seven percent..." The AI rambled."That's fine -- I get the picture," Tania cut it off. 'I was right. You don't taste what you're eating when you're reading or watching TV, ' she mused."Hey, are you ready?" Tom yelled from somewhere aft."Coming!". Discussions with high ranking officers about where she could be used went on for weeks.Finally, someone suggested, using her in honey trap situations, where they needed a foreign diplomat, to be caught in a compromising situation, so that could be blackmailed for information. This was put to Gwen, and after thinking about it for all of ten seconds, agreed. She was set up in a nice flat in the west end of London, her cover story was that she was a high-class call girl.To keep up the cover, she. ?And I still haven't gotten to really try one out. I mean, ofcourse I've done it for myself. I've probably done it a hundred timesnow, but that's not the same thing." She tried to pull off the jeans,realized she still had her shoes on, and sat down to wrestle them off ?which gave me a pretty incredible view. ?Chair, or bed?? She asked.?Ch...? I started, but kind of choked mid-word. I swallowed hard andtried again. ?Chair.?She flashed a smile at me and waved toward the big recliner in thecorner. Together we followed the sound of men in conversation to a small breakfast nook at the back of the house. Dave and a bare chested hairy old man were sitting at the table with cups of coffee in front of them. They both looked up at us as we entered the room."May I have something to drink?" Shan asked no one in particular.Dave stood up and pulled her to him."Come stand here dick head." Dave commanded me.Dave calls me a lot of different names, but "dick head" is his favorite. I silently stood next.