It felt like a James Bond movie.Wow did time fly! Especially when I was scheming the greatest heist of my life and now it finally was time to go home ...o put on my own pair of pantyhose. They were mine and I no longer had to borrow my mom’s anymore.I go to wash my hands and I hear Alfred in the his manager’s room with the big KEEP OUT sign on the door talking and talking on his big black phone with the clear buttons along the bottom and a rotary dial. I can smell cigarette smoke coming from his. You are a very sick man,” Melinda said.“That’s odd. I don’t feel like I have a fever,” Mike said.“You’re sick in the head. You need a psychiatrist,” Melinda said.“Ah, that would explain the absence of a fever,” Mike said. He typed for a moment and then said, “We’re not making much progress. If you ever want access to your computer, you have to finish calibrating the system for your voice. Try this one.”Melinda looked at the display and read, “Is there a man alive who can resist a killer. "Alex, er, Allie, you gave me such a fright. Some of my research and writing is controversial with the feminists and the born-again communities, and I don't like surprise visits." "Sorry, I thought this would be a pleasant surprise," I said, affecting hurt feelings."Oh, but now it is," he said brightening. "Allie, I see your interest in transsexualism is both academic and personal. I must compliment you. Your impressive academic knowledge is matched with your appearance. You're quite lovely.". When Kat offered up the pack full of evidence, he clasped it to his chest and scuttled off, his head already buried in the bag and muttering to himself as he disappeared around a corner. Kat, bemused by his behavior, followed Minerva and her guards to an office tucked into a corner of the first floor.Once in the office, the suited men pulled Comm units, identical to Kat's own, and swept the room for surveillance devices. When the room proved clean, they nodded to Minerva and left, closing the.