Taking more cord, he pulled my tied hands andfeet up above me and fastened them together. This leftme on my back looking somewhat like an animal about...tobe placed on a spit for grilling. Looping some rope through my bindings and then througha pulley at the basement ceiling he hoisted me up intothe air. So, there I hung about waist high to him,swinging in the proverbial breeze. I tried to pull myhead up and around to see what he was doing, but it washard in this position, so I had to let it hang. “What are you talking about?”“Just what I said: every Fonte I’ve bound to me have ended up seeing some of my memories and I’ve seen some of theirs.”He shook his head. “That’s not possible, not unless you did it on purpose.”I guffawed. “Do you really believe I know how to do that?”He studied me and then took another swig of his soda. “Probably not consciously, but if it’s a natural talent, an innate ability, then it’s possible.”“Jordan said it is,” I said, suddenly sober. “Do you think I’ve been. The incident in which Carla gave me a blowjob and masturbated herself literally around the corner from my mother fueled all kinds of perverse fires within and between us.Watching afternoon and evening TV with Mom became a fairly regular pass-time that fall. Sure, I used to engage in this activity before Carla joined mother and me that afternoon, but my girlfriend's regular presence added a new dimension to the fun that fall. Once we broke this new ground, we didn't even try to rent a hotel or. The five-foot-six-inch, caramel-skinned, spy made it back to the conference room to knosh on finger sandwiches and tapas with the other spooks.After speaking with his direct boss, Rita Kennedy, Kelvin spotted U.S. Army Captain Travers Sutton.CPT Sutton was a twenty-eight year-old, detachment commander of the hostage rescue unit with which Kelvin had worked in Syria. The white man had grown up in rural Indiana and attended Ball State University on an ROTC scholarship. He stood at six-foot-one.