Out of town (don’t ask) and maybe Washington, too. And, lastly, I’m going to get reprimanded for getting involved with you and getting you involve... with this – about which ‘the fuck what’ I can’t tell you.’ This time she paused for a quick inhale. ‘Happy?’ My first reaction was amazement at how she’d kept all of my questions straight and answered them so quickly. Hell, I couldn’t even relate those prosaically terse answers to my list of rambling questions. My second reaction was an internal. He just stared at me, eyes the size of the moon, silently asking what the Hell I was doing. "I...I just wanted...to..." I shut my eyes, clamping my hands over my face in embarrassment."Honey..." he started. "No, don't be embarrassed, please," he cooed softly, pulling my hands away from my face. "Is this what you wanted to do?" Yes," I could barely bring myself to answer."You want to make love?" He spoke quietly and carefully, slowly considering the idea.Any other male would've said something. The eyes glared even now, as he sat in a pensive pose, a few feet from the mouth of the sewer, having just heard the last of Mediha’s steps receding in the distance. SultanaThe star-shaped section of the woods had been scouted. An entire section of the Sultana’s army had gone there, including the princess Lubna herself. She was the adventurous one, and once she knew of her mother’s plans, she had prevailed on her to accompany the party. There appeared to be nothing there of consequence. There. Marcy was going to kill me when she saw these invoices.Things were back to normal at KCC; I had a quiet morning. The visit by Bob Jackson was cordial and quick.On the way back to the gym I stopped at the airport and went to the agency hangar. I had questions for Kevin Parks. I basically wanted to know how much of the rules he would bend for me in a discreet way.I asked, “How often do the satellites go over North-east Africa?”“Several times a day; what areas are you interested in?” Kevin.