“You wanted know all about what was wrong with me.”“And I still fucking do!” I said emphatically, sitting up.Pete suddenly seemed to shrink in...his seat, so I calmed myself again.“Look, man...” I huffed. “I know all this is complicated. The band, the twins, what happened with Lara ... All of it’s crazy, I get that. But you need to find a way to be okay with things. If you hate Skinner, then quit, and find something else to do. And if you want to talk about anything, I’ll talk. I just came out. It was like I was watching the wholething on television. Slowly John rolled a black stocking up my rightleg and then my left. My gaze fell on John. He was still very focusedon his task. I could have been a mannequin for all it mattered. Here Iwas sitting on my friends bed dressed in skimpy girl's underwear. Ifelt so naked, so vulnerable. He clipped the stockings to the garters.For some reason the garters went under my panties. I couldn't figureout why. He slipped the heels on to my feet and. My mind drifts for a second, as she leans forward to make her point and my eyes settle on her cleavage. Very well proportioned breasts. Pert looking under her kameez. The kind that stand up on their own. Coconuts in shape and size. I can almost see the nipples as she waves her hands to make another point. She is getting increasingly angry. “and how dare they send a boy to investigate.” She says.“Okay, lets cut the crap,” I say firmly. “we both know that you were the one who hit Minu and lied. Since we didn't want them finding out that Cutler had died, that meant Cutler dying WAS the news story, and not how and why."I never really realized how easy it is to lead the press around until this came up."Well, the reason for my visit. The President is starting to ask questions. I have no intention of answering them, but he will eventually ask you. I'm thinking he has to be told of the attempt on his life at some point, but what is that point? When does the head of the Secret Service tell.