I was worried that that might be related to my current problem. I needn’t have worried: my illness had nothing to do with my leg.“The test results...are in, Mister Steele,” said Doctor Metcalf. I didn’t like the look on her face, not at all.“It’s bad isn’t it,” I said. “My leg...”“Sort of, but no, not your leg,” she said. “Mister Steele, you spent a number of years in prison, isn’t that so?” she said.“Well, yes, but I’ve served my time. I’m done!” I said, and I said it forcefully.“Yes, I mean no,. There she was setting with one foot on the dash and the other over the back of the seat. She said she was very thirsty. I was dry mouthed from seeing my wife in this state of heated lust and decided we'd better both have a drink. After I opened the bottle and drank heavily I handed it to her.As I took off I noticed her sliding the cold bottle of wine along the inside of her perfectly thick thighs.I asked her if it was a little cold and she just gave the that giggle again and said that it felt. She wanted to be presentable, to make sure Victor found no fault with her… When she served him yet another cup of tea, he told her to get several photo albums from a bookshelf, so he could show her some of his past. He knew that he still could not really converse with her through words, but there were other ways to communicate. Letting her know about his past was one way he could open himself up to her. Showing his naked guest a portion of his past was an important step in Victor’s life. He. Meet my Secret Service, Special Agent in Charge, Steve Gross."Steve? Rick is in a tough spot. His bosses think they can make a plant out of him, using him like a listening device to bring them inside information. Do you understand how much I resent that? It is my plan to put a stop to this type of interagency warfare."Steve, I need for Rick to be free of outside interference, and able to fully engage in the task I've set before him. He can't do that as long as others are attempting to.