She told her friend to watch her bags, and I grabbed her hand & led her to the nearest bathroom. Once inside, we began to kiss each other with more p...ssion than you could imagine. Her scent was intoxicating, and I could not wait to taste her. I dropped to my knees and furiously undid her belt, followed by her buttons and zipper. I pulled her pants and boxers down, spread her legs and began to lick her clit. I heard her inhale sharply, and I knew it wouldn't be long before my mouth was. If you haven’t received the clue, let me spell it out for you. I am going to be very tough on you and I am going to be tough on you because the harder you work, the faster you walk or run out of here and not have me on your ass anymore. Is that motivation enough for you?’ She liked challenging guys and pissing them off. It usually made them work harder. ‘Or,’ she continued, ‘you can find another therapist who won’t work you very hard and then it’ll take a year or more before you’re one hundred. "It did. You pegged him when you told me to put him under surveillance. He's pissed. Big time. He ended up in the hospital. He didn't lose a testicle, but it was close. He doesn't want to get even; he wants to get ahead. Boss, I wouldn't be surprised if he hired someone to kill you." Fuck," I breathed."Yeah, my sentiments exactly. Accordingly, please don't leave Refuge without me with you, and if possible, Frank will go with us as your driver, and I'll ride shotgun."I nodded. "Hire another. ” “Yes. The men who would have been your mentors were slaughtered like sheep in ’37, ’38.” “They were killed because of their memory. Stalin wanted no memories except of himself, in his glory.’ Lev allowed himself a tight, ironic smile. ‘Smert Shpionam. Death to spies. Only Stalin killed OUR spies.’ “But you, Lev, survived, and you remember.” Oleg saw restless energy flicker in Lev’s eyes. He sensed a spark in the pensioner, adrift and alone in his apartment and his memories. “I remember more.