"Hi honey," I greeted her. "What's going on?" Nothing really," she answered. "What's going on with my panty boy?" sheteased. I wished she wouldn't jok... me about that. I was already self-conscious enough about what I was doing for her."Er, I'm fine." Trying to sound casual, I continued, "Honey, I met withRegina Rae Morris today. You know.... to discuss her case. She has invitedus over to her house tomorrow evening for cocktails. I wanted to check withyou before accepting. Do we have plans. Made sure I was clean and had nice aftershave on.(FYI, lads and ladies. If you're meeting with someone, make sure you and your house is spotless. It's not that hard, but it matters so much. Good hygiene is everything.)A few minutes later, I heard a small knock. I went to answer it and stood in the hall, watching the door. I was nervous. I'd heard stories of psychos on here. What if this guy was one? Who was I opening my door to? I'm a big guy, I can handle whoever is here I told myself. My head. Their boots smash through, sending shards of glass throughout the room. He has to bring his arm up over his face to avoid being cut. A few pieces of glass do cut his arm and elbow, but he simply ignores the pain. Right as both the MI6 soldiers’ feet touch the ground they have a bullet strike their heads. Their heads fly back as blood and brain matter spray out the backside and onto the curtains and floor.“Come on!” Julie urges.Spencer looks back to the two men and pushes away the guilt that. Come over to the fire, my boy. The ladies will feed you.”Once he had got his fill, the teen set off again, his mouth silently repeating his message over and over to imprint in in his mind. That boy is an asset to his village, John mused.Numa gestured to John, to come and speak with her. As he did, she pointed to her seat where they could speak privately.“What are you doing, John? What is that tale you were spinning out there, and what are you going to say to that emissary when he comes?”John.