In reality I worked for the Agency." The CIA isn't supposed to operate on U.S. soil," I reminded her."And if you believe that, I've got a nifty bridge...you can buy," she said. "My first assignment was I was to make contact with a Venezuelan diplomat who often came to Houston. Carlos Emellion." 'make contact' ... is that a euphemism for 'fuck his lights out'?" I asked.She nodded quietly, her eyes never leaving the floor. "I guess so. You and I were just getting acquainted when I got this. Ringing the doorbell she thought to herself, how did it get this far.. Megan was finishing up her makeup. Looking at the gray starting to take over her red hair. Megan was a few years older than Rebecca. Their mother married Rebecca's father when she was a young teen. Opening the door Rebecca smiled and said, hello Bob. Welcome back, he said. Your bags are in the trunk I take it. Seeing her sister Rebecca ran in and wrapped her arms around her. Wiping her tears Megan said, it's all for the. Crap, the light where I got rear ended is red. I have to stop again. I feel my ass pucker and I look all around for someone coming to hit me again. Finally the light is green and I can take off again. Whew, dodged that bullet.Well, finally arrive at the Oncology center. Hey, that's pretty good. We're only five minutes late. We check in and wait for the nurse to call my wife back. And wait. And wait. Finally twenty minutes after her 09:30 appointment she's called back.Ok, now we do the twenty. While returning the keys to her, I asked her for a glass of water. Now they lived in a 2 bhk house. She with her husband and children slept in the drawing room, her jethani with her daughter slept in a bedroom, and her father in law slept in the other bedroom. I needed to get her alone, and kitchen was the only place empty at that time. So when she went to get water. I followed her quietly in the kitchen. She was wearing a light brown salwar kameez that night.When I reached at the kitchen she.