Rachel made up the queen bed, then stood by it looking at me. She crooked her finger, and when I went to her she said, "I just lost my husband. I kill...d his murderers. I'm lonely, scared, hurt, and horny. I'll be damned if I sleep alone tonight."With that, she started to remove her clothing - all of her clothing! She was magnificent!I confess that I was feeling at least some of what she was. At least the scared, lonely, and horny parts. I, too, had just bagged my first thug. The man needed. I had used my shirt to quickly wipe down the guns and any part of the car I may have touched, including the handcuffs and was slipping it back on as I moved toward the warehouse. It didn't take long to find the door they had left unlocked.Knowing that all three of the bad guys were in the same room I was free to roam around and plan my next move.Inside the big room Boris was getting restless."Jamie, things are going to get interesting here in about sixty seconds. I'd like you to merge with. "Oh, the Middle Common Room. I'm not sure. It could be a lot of work." It isn't at all," said Simon. "I've been doing it for the past year and I think you'd be ideal to take over the role. It'd look perfect on your CV. Employers care about that kind of shit. It shows maturity and leadership and a respect for tradition." Tradition," repeated Sally with a slightly mocking edge to her voice. What did she care about tradition? She was a thoroughly modern woman who had no time for outdated. Jim never went anywhere without a book – usually more than one. This time it was Tom Clancy’s “Red Storm Rising.”Jim was reading the part in the novel where an American naval vessel, a fast frigate or “fig” boat was escorting a convoy across the Atlantic. The captain of the vessel had gotten his previous command shot out from under him by a very tricky and very aggressive Soviet submarine commander. His new helicopter pilot (anti-submarine warfare involves ships, planes, and helicopters, among.