"Are you parked in the visitors' section?" Yep. White Ford Taurus." Cool. I'll pull around. I'll be in a black Toyota Corolla." Alright."The elevator ...oors opened. The pair of covert operatives walked out and exited the headquarters of the world's foremost spy agency. They parted ways.A few minutes later, Hampton pulled around and searched for the rental car. He found it and flashed his lights. He pulled forward and waited for CPT Sutton to back out. They drove out of the compound and pulled. The former he would know before the day was over and the latter, well, like any eagerly-awaited event, the time dragged-by second-by-second, minute-by-minute.But, the hour did come and turning into Anna's front walk he saw that there was only one car and that the front light was on. He trotted up the stairs and rang the bell.He heard someone coming and, then the door opened, there was Anna standing there in a cutoff tee and tiny denim shorts."Hi, Ronnie, come in, it's just you and me, come. Even in this horrid place, surrounded by such ugliness and evil, there has to be something more. Something ... beautiful.”Slowly, he leaned in close, closer. Logan kissed her, no more than a feather-soft brush of lips. A gentle exploration and invitation. “That’s called a kiss.” He smiled and squeezed her hand. “What do you think?”After a moment, her eyes lit up. Beauty looked positively gleeful as she leaned in and kissed him back. Her lips were soft, curious, and eager. Gently, they explored. "The professor used a hypodermic syringe to inject a druginto the cannula in my wrist. The panic, which had beenrising from my gut, began to calm down. A full-lengthmirror was wheeled in front of me. The figure looking backfrom the mirror was a frightening pastiche of myself. I wasattached to a large vertical bed by straps across my headchest arms and legs. My thick brown hair had gone leavingslight stubble, my arms, legs and chest were also devoid ofhair. The pulling at my chest and shoulders.