I spied a couple at a table gathering their things and they looked ready to leave. Yes! At that moment I felt something lightly brush against the back...of my pantyhosed thigh. Delicately.A fingertip? "Ohh!" I gasped, spinning around to confront the letch."Look who we have here! It's the vixen!" I looked into a face I thought I had seen before, but I couldn't place it. To say it was lovely would not do it justice. Standing several inches taller, she wore her brunette soft curls piled on top of. I am afraid that I allowed him to grow soft, and spoiled his usefulness. He is still valuable due to his position in Lebanon. I allowed him to follow the heretics to Egypt so I could personally evaluate if his value still exceeds the risks he represents." Thank you, Imam," Major Rashida said respectfully. He hesitated before adding, "I am afraid that, if my opinion were asked, it would not be favorable for the Colonel." I understand, Major," Imam Almasi answered patiently. "However, there is. Flashback – Major M – At the hospitalThat bony bitch set me up! She told me to stop the Spetsnaz from getting to Sgt. Blaine and I promptly got my ass kicked - all on international television! Sgt. Reynolds 'fixed' the situation and I do have to say one thing: The Spetsnaz don't hold and grudges so they helped me up and then we started to drink vodka.One of them said something so we all went to Sgt. Blaine's bed but he was unconscious. Hell, you would have thought he was dead by the way they. His shoe buckles were shiny, but made of pinchbeck, and his stockings were fine cotton, not silk. He could not afford solid gold adornments on his everyday uniforms. His sense of priorities came to his help, and he shrugged inwardly. If the colonel took exception to his appearance, then so be it.There was a bell rope on the right side of the main entrance, and Anson pulled once. The soft sound of a small brass bell could be heard, but it took a minute before anybody showed. The door was opened.