I remembered seeing the girl a couple of times and had not considered her a threat. Apparently, a hidden diary had come into her possession that menti...ned an A. Patel as being an agent of the Pakistani Intelligence Service. I had unfortunately not attempted to hide my name because it helped to cast off suspicion. Now, it was an albatross around my neck and I needed some way of changing identities without being scooped up as an operational terrorist. She gave me the final documents which I. “Yes, Sahib.”I had him lay the briefcase on the table, and put one hand on the Glock at my hip, ready to protect the briefcase if I had to. With my free hand, I uncuffed him with the key. Within seconds, I had the handcuff snapped on my own wrist. Just then, the waiter arrived. The courier bowed, said one last “Sahib” and took his leave. I ordered two plates of Behari kebobs, no naan because I didn’t want the carbs. My hand rested on my Glock as I waited for my meal.One of the benefits of being. Tomorrow should be fine, just be confident." Oh! ... thanks for that."I wasn't so sure about tomorrow being fine, especially since her lastcomment. We would be buying me a new wardrobe, which would mean femaleassistants and lots of trying things on.In the morning we got ready, I was nervous and excited about what layahead. We took the bus into Watford, I was taking big calming breaths.The shopping centre was crowded with Saturday shoppers.We made our way to one of the smaller ladies boutiques.. I switched my grip from around her waist to putting a hand on the back of each shoulder and pulled them slightly towards me at the same time I pushed her face firmly down as I slammed my groin into her backside. Shifting one hand to her long black hair, I twisted it around my arm and jerked back her head as if it was a horse’s rein. Her screaming was now guttural and there was a distinctive whacking sound as each thrust made contact with her buttocks. She could feel my sack slap against her.