’ Mike took a pause as he took a drink from his mug, and flipped the picture to Zakari. Zakari was an unremarkable man, fat, and losing his hair, he...looked about forty something, he was clean shaven and a scar under his lip was the only identifying mark on his face. Carter flipped through his file, and saw he was educated in Europe, and spoke fluent English, Arabic, and French. That wasn’t surprising though many of the terrorist leaders spoke many languages, and were well educated. Mike picked. ‘Do you realize how high-strung you are?’ Greg asked, leaning forward, voice lowered, holding eye contact. His eyes sharpened, holding her. She couldn’t look away. She felt it, his stare, in her center, making her naked, afraid. ‘Yes. That’s the burden of my position.’ She replied, a slight quaver in her voice now, a hesitation, barely perceptible yet glaring, deafening. The small doubt since her experience at the stranger’s house grew a little at Greg’s question, needled. Her seat was. Wayne eventually took my hand into his, looking into my eyes, piercing my soul with his baby blues. I saw the fever in his eyes, felt his muscle hands hold mine, just a little tighter. Wayne reached for me, grabbing the back of my neck, moving my shoulder length hair from the nape of my neck, where he planted sweet kisses. From my shoulder blades to the front of my chest, Wayne left wet kisses. His lips were soft, yet strong and his breath was sweet with a hint of mint. Wayne hands caressed my. That old cliché popped into her head; Young guys have only ONE thing in mind, and she didn’t want to be another notch on anyone’s belt. Hurt once, twice careful, was her motto.He worked on the factory floor and was well thought of by the bosses for his punctuality and work ethic. He often ran errands for his supervisors and they took him in and out of most departments. Some of those errands took him to Judith’s office for documents, instructions, deliveries and other things.One morning, James.