“But you’re too young to be a CIA operative!” Agent Simmons blurted out. I was beginning to see why the General had been concerned about the FBI...��s ability to defend the Princess.“I’m not an operative, I’m a junior at Townsend High School. At least I will be when the new school year starts,” I told him, adding to his frustration.Agent Bartholomew ‘Barty’ Simmons was from San Pedro, California, the only son of well-off parents, whose assignment to the FBI’s New York office after graduating from. The lady must be his wife as the way they talkd made that very evident. They came towards the back side searching place to sit. The seat on my right was still empty. The lady took that sit. The man moved further back. A place in the last long seat was available. The bus was already moving. The wife eagerly looked back. When she saw her husband had got a seat she was relieved. She comforted herself in her Seat. I glanced at her. She was of the age 30-35. A bit plump, fair skinned with a pretty. “ no no …there’s enough ice cream …” she tried to convince him but he denied.Mom gave me one cup, kept one cup in the fridge and settled on the other sofa with Ashok with one cup of ice cream and two spoons. He came closer to mom and slid his one hand onto her hips pulling her a bit closer. He scooped on a spoon of ice cream and offered her to eat. She was little taken aback by his behavior, especially in my presence.“shhh. He is here …donot know what he will think…” mom whispered.“come on. Soon, Clementine was alone and told to move along. They took her out into what looked like an exercise yard. In a large cage in the middle of the yard were eleven women, all naked like she was.And what women they were! If she had thought Rashumba was hard, these were harder still! None of them was bigger than Clemmy, but all were tougher, much tougher. That was obvious and it was equally obvious that they were eyeing her up as though they wanted her for breakfast. She was going to have a hard.