She lay back on the bed, with the corset still loosely around her and breathed deeply. The dark tresses of the wig formed themselves cosily around her...head and shoulders. She brushed away a stray wisp with a finger and was a little surprised to catch sight of the scarlet enamel on her nails. She gazed contemplatively at the ornate plasterwork around the ceiling. Whitehall, the RAF, even Britain seemed so far away. Already a gulf was beginning to form between her existence as Montague and her. '" She made air quotes with her fingers around 'other firm.' "Yes, the CIA. I'm their legal counsel in the Northwest. When they have something that has a legal – or possibly illegal – aspect, they call me."That's where I was for the last two nights. The Mounties broke a possible terrorist cell in Vancouver. They called us of course. It got bucked from the FBI to Homeland and back down to CIA."We got activated. John Stickner is my handler and boss. He and I, and two other agents, went up to. During the preceding weeks we continued to talk to Sally and Peter on Skype, and one evening I had been talking to Peter when he had to duck off to the kitchen but was intending to come back in five minutes, so I left Skype on and picked up the local paper for a quick read, Jan had taken herself off to the bathroom earlier suggesting that she wanted to have a shower and paint her nails before bed as she had a work lunch function to attend the next day. About ten minutes had passed when Jan. I was afraid she might scold me. But she came and sat beside me without her dupatta. She sat quite close. Her thighs were touching mine. Her fragrance was making me mad.She asked me casually about my studies, but I could not concentrate on the talk. Then she asked me about my girlfriend, which I denied. Suddenly the doorbell rang. It was her hubby. She quickly put her dupatta on, confusing me slightly. Then her hubby came in, and I went to my house.After coming back, my mind was in a complete.