." The two of them walked down a hallway and through some doors. Tom was fuming. How dare they use him as some petty weapon. After all he had been thr...ugh. To think they would make him fuck some stranger. There had to be another way!The last door opened revealing a number of technocrat devices. Tom had never seen anything like what was before him. Bizarre gadgets and strange contraptions. All instruments of his nemesis. One item stood out. A mask with a strange panel on the side. Tom lifted it. He stripped off her jeans and her underwear in one quick, almost fluid move. He stepped back for a minute. He wanted her in bed, not in the kitchen like some crazed maniac. Randon took a step back towards her, lifted her into his arms. ‘Which door is it?’ he demanded as he made his way down the small hallway. Cassidy pointed at the only door on the left. ‘That one.’ He opened the door and as walked over, let her fall onto the bed. He made quick work stripping out of his clothes, and when he. That Gainsborough? He was the guy the IAS director had wanted me to meet at the reception, and who I was just as eager to avoid.He was a prominent entrepreneur who had sold out of a Silicon Valley start-up called Encrypticom™, which created secure communications systems for corporations, worked with the National Security Agency, the real secret service of the U.S. Government, and was widely written up in the tabloid press as a billionaire playboy with an endless trail of buxom beauties and. But he didn’t want to be just a cop… he wanted to be the best… to solve the cases that were unsolvable… to find sick serial killers who were still on the loose… to help people feel safe again… It had always bothered him that the one person he knew he was supposed to be with as they grew up together had always been so frightened of him… but at least he finally understood why. It was just ingrained in him that people needed to know there were still people like him… and his Dad and all of his.