"Ah, Agent 0069, nice to see you are up to your old "tricks" still", a masked man on a wall mounted TV monitor greets. Agent 69 nods and stops to kis... the hands of the female operatives in the room. "Lets get down to it," Agent 69 demands, "I have several important dates to keep tonight." The female agents blush and lock eyes with the super spy. The masked man begins: "This operation will be known as GreyGoose. We have received actionable intel that the CIA has begun the creation of. Both stood silent till Greg broke it again with a question. ‘What are we going to do?’ ‘Well that’s the million dollar question isn’t it?’ Suddenly something occurred to Greg. ‘How did you get these pictures in the first place?’ ‘I send private detectives out to all our competitors. I always know every line they will produce weeks and months ahead of the launch.’ Greg looked down at the pictures again sharply so that his friend couldn’t see the blush in his cheek. That was entirely unethical.. Suddenly you feel cold steel pressing into your flesh at the waist band of your panties, you feel the right side of your panties go loose, again you feel the cold steel as the left side of your panties is cut; The same gruff voice orders you to open your mouth. In panic you instinctively react, your mouth is then stuffed full of what feels like a rag. As the flavour of the dampness evades your senses, you realize that it is your panties.Your nipples are now so hard they ache and it seems. The History of the Tyrants' Theocracy. And beneath the title was the name Tina Allard.I stroked the cover, my finger trembling. “I'll take it,” I whispered, scooping the book up.Abner frowned at me. “You okay.”“I...I...” I swallowed, shaking my head. “Add it to the rest of the items I'm purchasing.”I glanced down at the book. A history of my parents. How remarkable. And written by Tina. I knew she had been searching for info about the Theocracy, much of her research based off her husband's.