Peering inside, I found the typical items. Wallet, car keys, lip stick, tampons?.I held it up a studied it for a moment and savored my new womanhood. ... found the tube of lipstick and proceeded to the bathroom. I could hear him getting dressed slowly. Passing the doorway, I could see him pulling on his boxers and I was transfixed by the equipment dangling between his legs.I moved quickly into the bathroom in discovering I was staring at my son?s new package. That used to be me, I thought. I. It was dark outside and there weren't any street lights between their houses. She felt reasonably safe walking over there.Chasity crept through the yards and walked up to one of Von Horne's basement windows. She fell to her knees and peered in. What she saw looked like something out of a thirties horror movie. A regular Frankenstein's laboratory filled the room. Huge tubes, machinery, electricity flickering between electrodes. She could see Gunther Von Horne fooling with some kind of computor. The Secret Service wouldn't hesitate to throw a blanket over me if I even suggested it, so I didn't. The reports came in day and night, and I spent as much time on the Residence's basement action desk as I did attending to my actual responsibilities.We were winning.The phony Muslim group we invented was so busy taking credit for putting down and thinning out al Qaeda, throughout Somalia, that it was impossible to keep up with all the changes in the enemy leadership. Almost as fast as a leader. We were invited to stay at her best friend's place for the weekend. They are both nurses and were roommates during their training. Melanie, my girlfriend, was so keen on seeing Lisa again. Lisa lived a two hours' drive away from where I went to university - and still farther from where Mel worked. I knew they had been very close those three years in the same apartment. Back then, I didn't know just how close.As soon as we were in the car Mel started fantasising about the three of us at Lisa's.