Jill called me over and instructed me to lock the doors and to "report" to the break room. I almost saluted. Watching her walk back to the stacks wher... Debbie was working, I couldn't help but admire her ass. I locked up and went to the break room. A few minutes later Debbie appeared, followed by Jill. Using my advanced observation skills, I noted that Debbie's sweater was partly unbuttoned, and there was a smudge of lipstick on her lips that matched the color that Jill was wearing. Both women. Here I staid in constant amusement, with one or other of these charming girls, till about five in the evening; when seized with a sudden drowsy fit, I was prevailed on to go up and doze it off on Harriet’s bed, who left me on it to my repose. There then I laid down in my clothes, and fell fast asleep, and had now enjoyed, by guess, about an hour’s rest, when I was pleasingly disturbed by my new and favourite gallant, who, enquiring for me, was readily directed where to find me. Coming then into. Learning what the ‘secret project’ had been all these years was the last giant piece of it that I was expected to swallow. Now I KNEW! I stole a gun and as much gold I could get my hands on and braved escaping to Gauchito on my own that very night. I made passage to America, bought a dead man named Robert Chase’s identity and faked a resume. Such things were easier back then. I met Megan, got married, and we had Teddy. I decided a cryptic past was better than a poorly made-up one, so I stuck to. We bonded over our love of the Redskins, beer, and love/hate of our ex boyfriend’s. I saw her as someone I could genuinely be friends with. As the day progresses I found myself drinking more, talking less, and honestly considering moving back him to Virginia. “Nice win for the Skins today,” said a voice to my left. I turned my head to see a man had taken possession of the barstool next to me. He introduced himself as Bill from Washington DC though you never would have guessed he was a.