. fell out of love. Your brother is doing very well at the architectural firm and wants to buy me a house when I'm ready to leave your dad." "Mom, I d...n't know what to say. But I'll tell you this, you've sure given me a lot to think about." She reached over and grasped my hand to emphasize the seriousness of what she was about to say."Kevin . . . here's another thing to think about. The power is in your hands to do something good or bad. You now hold a secret that could pretty much destroy me. I know what he wants, and I know just how fucking stupid Trevor was. Mr. Facelli wanted the rape fantasy, he had told Trevor as much before Trevor had given him my cell number. It was Trevor’s stupid ass who told me to doll myself up in my good girl clothes, to play the coy little schoolgirl, thinking he knew it all and that all men wanted the same thing. Well Mr. Facelli didn’t want the rape fantasy. He didn’t care if I was a schoolgirl or not. He didn’t care if I was a paid whore or not. He. She opened the door, smiled and motioned me inside. I expected her to be wearing something exotic but was a little disappointed when she was in a tee shirt and jeans. We talked for a while and after about 30 minutes, she told me to follow her to the basement. In the middle of the room was a small rug with a rocking chair next to it. She told me to set my bag down and stand on the rug. She sat in the chair and then uttered one word: "Strip." Without hesitation, I shed everything I had on.I. Along with that instruction there were limitations and exceptions; be as reasonably sure as possible that the vehicle was terrorist and limit collateral as much as possible. Len was standing with me as Andy gave those instructions and nodded his approval.The agents almost fainted when Andy opened the storage locker and handed them a 60 round magpul rotary magazine for their M16 and several 40 round magazines.“They won’t let us have anything like that on our operations,” one of them said.“This.