" She wasn't k**ding. I will admit that I am sometimes oblivious to signals that women are sending me. I am not sure why this is but it can be frus...rating at times. I say this because we got back to the house and continued the after party. The girl I had been chatting with all night kept going out on to the front porch asking me if I wanted to join her. As I have stated in a previous story, I am not a smoker and I knew that's what she was doing. However something finally clicked in my. The second reason was that I didn't have it anyway. The thing I needed most was intelligence and I just didn't have any. Oh I got the case file which was all well and good. The case file told me the fifth ambassador from some banana republic was involved in the buying and selling of humans. He was supplying females illegals from his country to a gang of illegal cutthroats who were running them in a street operation.The overhead was very low and the profits all in cash. It was a pretty good deal. And yes, the FBI knew the deadline. You were watching Matheson, or so I was told. He got away from you.”“Not from me.”“From the FBI; I was using ‘you’ in its plural form,” I said, then said in a North Georgia drawl, “As in y’all or all y’all.”Agent Johnson smirked, obviously suppressing a laugh, and rolled his eyes in amusement.“When did you find out he had broken out of Big Muddy?”“When it hit the news, but I was sure it had happened no later than,” I consulted my notes, “the 14th when I. I got hold of her hair and slapped her across the face. “Stop, Stop it, XXXX” she could only mutter the words. But I was poised by such feelings that I couldn’t stop and instead I gripped her breasts with both my hand and squeezed them hard.“Maa………..maa…….aaaaaaa” She cried out loud and I smiled. Something was giving me immense pleasure to see her in pain. She was in a state of shock. She tried to remove my hand but with her struggle my grip only got stronger and harder. She scratched my arms.