I felt trust. I was sure he was telling me the truth. There was way too much traffic out there that night, and in the rain no less, for him not to be....It was, at a minimum, serendipitous.“Gorgeous, are you really terribly busy on Monday and Tuesday?”“I don’t think so. I can check my calendar at the table. Why?”“I need to attend a meeting, and was wondering ... How would you like to have a cup of coffee with me? Monday morning? In Malaga?”“Malaga. Malaga, Spain? Seriously? Really?” He nodded.. They should have taught me to forget. I remembered most of the names. Federal officials, targets and even some of the pilots. The dates, times and locations were etched in my skull. I was surprised how quickly it all came back. It took most of the night, but I emptied my brain into the computer. Then I printed. Seventy-eight pages of memories in neatly ordered lists sorted by date and time. Ten copies. I didn’t have enough paper for an eleventh copy. I encrypted and stored a couple of digital. “Billy, I can’t drink anymore, I’m gonna bust.”Tugging her by the hand he said, “Come over here then,” as he pulled her down on the couch beside him and started tickling her.“No more Billy,” she laughed. Then she jumped up, “Billy that worked, I gotta go.”They raced up the stairs hand in hand, going directly to the bathroom. Carrie stepped into the tub, turned to face Billy and spread her legs as Billy held her bottom with one hand and cupped her sex through her panties with the other.Billy. "My panties go in here." Closing thedrawer, she opened the next one, "socks and pantyhose in here." Moretugs and he was next to the closet. She opened the door. "Skirts onthe left, slacks on the right, tops in the middle. Do you understand?"He looked into her eyes, curtsied. "You can do the same in Amy's room,if you look around you will find out where things go." She dropped hisleash and left the room, a wisp of her perfume lingered.He picked up her delicate panties, folded them as the ones in.