Supper was late but satisfying, and sleep was much easier to corral than it was Saturday night.For the first time since waking up in John Gray's body,...I slept soundly without dreams, and woke refreshed.Breakfast was finished, and I completed all the morning briefings before Rick arrived, so we went directly to Marine Two and headed for the EPA. As I stepped from the chopper, the Secretary was waiting with her entourage to give me the fifty-cent tour. I had an entirely different agenda, which. I laid down on the conference table and she started to unbutton my shirt. I couldn’t see that well, because I had my glasses off, but I could tell she was grinning maniaclly. Once my shirt was off she wrapped her arms around my body and unhooked my bra. Then her hands went straight to my breasts, massaging them in circles. Her mouth went to my left breast and her hand kept playing with my right. Her tongue, wiggling out of her mouth like an angry snake, just barely touched the tip of my breast.. ”“So,” he asked, eyeing her intently, “which is it to be?”She considered him a moment, hand resting lightly on his arm. “No contest.” Then she undid the single button and brushed the shirt from her body, all posturing discarded along with that single piece of clothing. She scooped her breasts into her palms and massaged them a moment, looking at him all the while, then she paced around the chair, removing the key from around her neck. Jared’s pulse quickened as she fitted the key and the. Page can see the fear in the girl’s eyes. She feels sorry for her. And maybe Lisa is right. This story is not going to get told unless she gets out to tell it. And someone other than herself as a witness will only add to the credibility. Then the authorities will have to do something. Then Page can finally get justice for her sister.“I’ll help you,” she says.“You will?” Lisa asks as hope brightens her eyes.Page nods. “I have a car parked a couple miles away. “I’m a reporter trying to bring this.