"I am not going to become the next swamp thing." It's nothing like that. The man they grabbed is the son of a very important man. We have to get him b...ck. The rebels don't know who they have yet. If we go in full force and he has been moved, then they know their hostage is high value." You have teams sitting in ready rooms all over the middle east. Just jam the communications to the area, then send one of those teams in quietly to kill everyone there. If the kid is gone, plant enough evidence. .."Alright Slut, last touch...," she stood me up and walked me onunsteady feet to the other side of the room, my eyes still closed, Ifelt her leave my side for a minute and then I felt my head weighteddown by the touch of a wig, a long wig, I could feel the curls touchingmy shoulders and reaching downward still, she played with it for whatfelt like an hour until..."Open your eyes Slut!" I opened them and almost threw up, it was toomuch at once...My eyes were so dark and open, dark lines around. Teresa’s pissed-off eyes burned into his. “What?”“I’m sorry, Teresa, I shouldn’t have said that. That was not cool.”“What do you know? Are you snooping around in my private life?”“No. It’s just… When I was researching for my biographical essay about you, I found out some things. I’m sorry I told you.”Teresa was suddenly miles away; Milo could see it in her face. This meeting was over.“No, I’m glad you did,” she said. “But I hope you’re wrong.” She gathered up her things and rose from the table.. Palus eventually pulled the cover off me, smiling warmly and I forgot my discomfort. I felt refreshed from my night's rest. Our loving cuddles and sweet love-making slowly drifted from my waking brain as my dream started to find purchase in my mind. Palus gave me a peck on the cheek and got dressed, while Swarta went behind the privacy screen. I jumped out of bed, dressing in my black station clothes like the building was on fire.Palus noting my expression asked, "What is wrong, Von?"The.