What the heck did that mean?I never got the chance to find out.The door opened and two very impressive Marines escorted me to a waiting Suburban fille... with Secret Service agents. As soon as I was in the back, the vehicle leaped forward, throwing me off balance as I tried fasten my seat belt. There were two agents in back with me, one on each side. They both helped me get settled and belted down.No one spoke as the vehicle hurried right through the main gate of Camp David without. " Oh, I see..." She said as she turned and began to walk down the hall, "... Kenny only likes it when guys touch his buns."I could hear the sarcasm in her voice, and although I know she didn't mean it, it still made me angry."Jerk..." I muttered under my breath.In a strangely playful mood, she stopped and turned, sticking her tongue out at me then turned back to walk down the hall. When I made a taunting move toward her, she quickly turned to look back and smiled, then took off down the hall as. I’d love to get with her but every other male in the world hits on her constantly. There’s always one or more guys hanging around her. Besides, anyone that perfect is out of my league, why even try when I’m sure to be beaten out by some adonis or millionaire. I mean, there are guys around that are probably just as appealing to girls as Glorious is to me and I doubt if I’m one of them. I don’t avoid her. We’ve talked often over the last six months or so since she first showed up. We’ve played on. You're telling me either I work for you, or I what, go to jail?" "In a nutshell." "Go to Hell!" Faith said feeling a surge of adrenaline flowing though her body. "Have it you way Ms. Summers." He said and exited the room, followed closely by the two men in black. "My names not?" Faith froze as she saw through the window in the door Simmons pull out his celphone, dial 3 numbers and hold it to his ear. After speaking in it for a short time, he hung up, turned to see that Faith had been watching.