I walked over to the pool table and placed a quarter behind the two already there. Dante glanced up but immediately went back to his game of eight-bal.... He made the eleven ball in the corner, the crack of the balls sounded as if one of them had surely split, and the eleven shot into the pocket like a bullet. ‘Ain’t you Wadworth, the dick?’ Dante said without looking up. He was six-three, about three hundred, give or take. The pool cue was a matchstick in his massive hands. ‘That’s me,’ I. There would be less chance together. They had to assume that the leak also told them the mission and number of agents and probably their names and appearance. There was no way to send a message to Gdansk safely. They did turn on the radio briefly at a prescheduled time and listened.Silence.They were alone in enemy territory. Not unlike the girl sitting in front of him now.“She wore that cami you’re wearing,” Martin said. “She was small like your mom.”“Did she kill, too?”“No. Absolutely. I always liked him but never had the guts to tell him. Plus I didn’t wanna get in trouble with Manuel my boyfriend. So one day while I was working it got really hot, and I started to get thirsty. So I walked into Chads house to ask him for something to drink. But as I walked in he was coming out of the shower, and oh my gosh he was completely nude. My jaw dropped when I saw him. He had the perfect body with perfect abs. He had big shoulders and a nice big chest. His dick was just perfect. It. Every time I have this fantasy, it’s in Washington because it begins with a flashback to that moment when I flew over Mt. Rainier and I could feel my breath catch in my chest. I wonder if that was my body’s way of saying something as significant as Mt. Rainier was about to happen in my life … We agree to meet at the hotel … you knock and I let you in. I smile at you and kiss you sweetly on the cheek and take your hand and lead you to a dining chair with arms by the desk. You follow without.