I started to think about my secretary Barbara. As I removed Sandra's blouse and bra, I imagined it was Barbara. I imagined those fifty-year-old saggin... breasts were the perky breasts of my 25-year-old secretary. My God, what am I doing? As I removed Sandra's sweat pants I imagined those flabby thighs were the perfect tight thighs of my secretary. God, please forgive me. I imagined that big butt of my wife was the perfect butt of Barbara. I felt so guilty I wanted God to strike me now, but. The couch was sitting perfectly level. On the coffee table in front of it were a plethora of assorted things that had gone missing since she’d moved in. Below it were the shoes that had the broken heel – now good as new.Diane sat down on the couch and sorted through the things on the table, still chuckling, and trying not to think about how her sense of what was real and what was fantasy had just been turned upside down.Her phone rang, and she hurried over to the counter where she’d left it. Mahmoud, I did my best to adhere to the precepts of our faith and did my best to out-fox her about my total lack of enthusiasm for the Jihad in this decadent Western country. I had prospered in the den of iniquity far beyond my expectations and had savored the exotic splendors of the over-sexed Capitalist females. I sensed that she was not completely convinced of my dedication to the cause and I began to worry about my future and the continuation of my assignment to create havoc in the Capitol. "I'll accept your word on that, doctor. I can see you're a man of integrity. Let me thank you for your help."He reached across the desk and their right hands touched in a moment of understanding. Dedalus' soft palm made a dull impression on Barker's callused paw.And now Franklin Barker sat in his den waiting for the moment of destiny the key to which lay in the person of Mullady Mistler.He heard the tramp of his booted feet on the floor of the hallway that led to the chamber where his master.