My daughter's cheeks burned. Even the tips of her ears were growing red, almost blending in with her auburn hair. “He's... cute. I've been thinking ...bout him.”“And?” I asked.“And I love Daddy,” she said. “He's the man I've committed to.” She squeezed my hand. “I'm so glad you're willing to share him with me, Mom, but why am I feeling this way?”“Oh, honey, I've had attraction to other men. It's normal.”“But...” She swallowed. “I love Daddy.”“Being attracted to someone isn't the same as loving. Is she experienced or just improvising?She never looked back to see who might be watching us. The place wasn't really crowded or anything but it was a Friday night and we'd been out having dinner and drinks.She made her way to the booths. There all four were empty and quiet. She picked the nearest. I followed dutifully. Now I'm getting really sure that she's not there for just a peep show. She's a very dirty girl with a lot of experience, including lots of group sex. I prepped myself to watch. Maybe I should have swapped out the entire groups, moved them around to break up any possible traitors.Could the Morocco attack have been helped by inside information? I put more notes on the paper.Investigate all the individuals that were assigned to Morocco at the time; Robert knew what to look for.I refreshed my coffee before I continued reading. As I was walking back, it finally dawned on me that our allies were beginning to pull back on information sharing. Our government’s poor showing on. "Well, I suppose I should go clean up. Come on, Blake." She picked up her dress, though still didn't bother to put it back on, and trotted away with Blake at her side."I still don't like it, you know," Jack said."What, the girl?" Karl asked."No, not Anne. She's a great fuck and hot as hell. It's all this secrecy. When are you going to let us in on where we're going?" Jack demanded."Not much longer now, actually," Karl replied."And how about what happens when we arrive?" Jack asked."We'll find.