Then Marie realised that someone was knocking and bold as brass walked over to the door with nothing on but her white stockings, suspenders and a smil.... There was a slight gasp at first as the little Asian chick that was delivering the food saw the door open. She then wheeled the trolley into the room and saw Isobel and me going at it like rabbits. She giggled and started taking off the lids to the various dishes. Meanwhile Marie seemed to really be liking what she was seeing of this girl and I. I couldn't nap even though I knew it would be a while before I would sleep well again. I might be able to sleep a little in the truck, but that wouldn't be enough. I knew that from previous experience. Besides I had pissed away any real nap time I might have had while fishing with Molly.At 6PM I rode to McDonald's for a burger and fries before I put the truck on the road. The dead drop was described as a metal tool locker on the side of the road. It was one of those that looked like a portable. I had no problem in talking some younger less selfish youth to take my place in martyrdom. I had no fear of shooting my way out of some capitalistic plot to entrap me but throwing my life away to add to the carnage on the street was not my solution to the problem of imperialistic defilement of our holy places. I preferred being the hammer of righteousness rather than the anvil of sacrifice headed for paradise to wallow in the pleasures of my 72 virgins.My controller in Islamabad was well aware. “Have you seen enough?” Her tone was different. She wanted me to say no.“Um …”She walked closer to me and said, “If you want to see, let me see your cock. I want to see why it’s become that big.”“You-you don’t know why?”“How would I know? Does it look like I have one?”“I wouldn’t know. Well, it didn’t look like it when I saw you … a moment ago.”She laughed again and all signs of nervousness were gone. “I don’t have one. But, I’ve never seen one before. Except in pictures. So, you want to see.