You are their sleeper agent.”He was increasingly alarmed. “They din’t ask me to spy or nuffin, honest.”“Not yet”, I replied. “No one has...ever asked you about the job you did in Paris?”“No one except my boss at the time, and he was the one who sent me.”“Shame. That would have been simpler.”“How d’you mean?”“Hang on. When exactly was the Paris job?”“Late September last year. Can’t remember the exact date.”“Leverage.” I shook my head sadly. Poor guy was up to his ears in shit, and he didn’t even. Seeing Dave with Carlita, the way he included her in a space they created for each other.I can see that if Dave treated Pat like that, if he'd treated ME like that, I would have tumbled like a house of cards.Carlita joined me and Pat many times on days when Dave worked, even after he married her.Pat worked some days in the summer, too, as part of curriculum development at her school. That put me and Carlita alone together.Carlita is inquisitive. "I do not begin to know what would happen between. My matching blouse is buttoned to just below my full breasts. As I enter, slamming the door, I catch a glimpse of nude nylon attached to a red garter."W-W-Who, sweetie?" Do not give me that crap, Neil. You know who."I walk around his desk, stand behind him and see Neil's secretary under the desk. Liz is topless, sucking his cock. Reaching around, I grab his shirt, ripping it open. Buttons go flying everywhere as I pinch Neil's nipples."Suck him good, you little slut, and you may get to fuck. " Bobbie?" Tim said, rage turning down to a smolder. "You're shaking?"She looke up at him and let go."I have a long story to tell."***It was cheap soft serve, the kind that gas stations sold as a sundaebar. Tim stared at his while Bobbie took measured spoonfuls."Well?"Bobbie set down her spoon and looked into Tim's eyes evenly."Long time ago, there was a guy named Robb." Kim's brother? Your old boyfriend?"Bobbie chuckled. I can't believe I told them that."No." I'm Robb." The corners of her eyes.