Smith said, clenching her teeth as Mr. Smith walked into the kitchen.I could not believe what I was witnessing. A few short hours ago I had arrived ex...ecting to clean the Smith’s house and be done for the day. Now I had a front row seat to watch my client and friend desperately attempt to contain her bursting bladder, eventually wet herself, and be spanked on her bare ass. What had I gotten myself into? This was escalating just like that night at the bar.I snapped back to reality when Mr. Smith. .”Kyle laughs and he interrupts, “Don’t they always have a cousin?”Paula laughs, “It sure seems that way. Anyway, Hector approached me more than a week ago to see if I could help his cousin. It seems the guy was working undercover in California before he was compromised. Needing to leave the LA area he came back here where he grew up and where he still has family.”“Paula, I think we should definitely talk to him. What about his family, and when can we have access to the SUV? We need some things. Westbrook's primary accesspassword."Alright doctor" I grumbled to myself. "It's payback time!"Chapter 4Friday August 29 (one week & a half later), 7:45 AMThe U.S. Research Center for Scientific Advancement & DevelopmentBarring some unforeseen event . . . today would be the day. I knew thatwith the holiday coming up, a lot of people would be taking off right atfive o'clock . . . eager to get a jump on the long Labor Day weekend. Ifthings went as usual, Dr. Westbrook would be sticking around. White was a proud man. He might say that unlike his wife’s stacks of unread books, he reads the paper from ‘front to back every damn day’. ‘A mans gotta know what’s going on the world he lives in.’ he might say as he deposits the paper into his recycling bin. If a person asked him, could he tell what those news papers contained over the past thirty years. ‘It’s always somebody screwing someone else in one way or another, classifieds are always full of stuff for sale and you can never tell which.