The second scene did happen recently. I had to goto the office on a Sunday – and just before a bank holiday – the place was empty – just me.Well...I got on with my work – until, not unusually, I got the horn. I couldn’t get it out in the office/at my desk. But I did remember something which I could ‘use’. There is one small, petite lady who works in the next department – she wears flatties to come to work, but patent stilettos when at work. Those heels were under her desk.Having my IPAD and those. They wrapped her in a plush bathrobe and shuttled her off to one of Leo's 'discrete' (Mob) doctor acquaintances to get her patched up. Outside, as we left, Jerry could barely contain himself. ?Mike! We did it! We finally broke her!? He was ready to bust open a six-pack and party. ?No, we didn't. She was already broken.? We hit her when she was already down. There was nothing to celebrate. The next time I saw her was about a month, maybe a month-and-a-half later, at Leo's (where else?). She was. We are your real life the rest is the pretend life, but yeah we are through.It was pretty obvious that they had turned the Senator. They were giving him a chance to cooperate. If he tried to double cross the agency, I would probably get to kill him myself. I would not lose a minutes sleep afterwards either.We drove back to the Diplomat Lodge where I chanced from the running outfit. We quickly loaded the bags for the drive home. We did it so that we could leave DC before anything else. There wasn't time to dwell on that much longer however, as two immediate lines formed, a mixture of Novices and Accepted both filtering in amongst one another. One line moving forward towards Victoria, the other towards Mr. M. Each girl sitting down in their lap, one down thrust, one up ... and then moving on to get into the other line, repeating the process."Well ... shall we?" Bella asked walking over to get in line behind Marlene, one of the Accepted, whispering to me as I followed her over..