I'll get right on the reports."Mallory nodded and went back to his office. A little later the group could hear him shouting into the phone."I don't gi...e a damn what the bean counters said," he yelled. "As long as my people will do it, we'll work all the overtime necessary." Mallory listened for a minute. "Tell them to let their wives walk around after dark. We've got a rapist out there whose next attack could be fatal for the victim."He listened again for several seconds. "I'm tired of the. No reaction, so presumably no sirens.I zipped the sight blob back to EE's computer and opened a new window. I checked for reactions to a siren again, seeing the same delightfully indifference. Back on the computer, I did a search for "Anderson, Mark". Several matches listed, but "Subject File" was on the top of the list with the most occurrences of the text I'd searched for. I clicked it, and quickly saw from the table of contents that I'd hit the mother lode: all the DHS information, my. In her youth Helen had beautiful curly hair so once she had showered she put her hair into rollers before applying her make up and perfume. She also acquired a flavoured condom for her handbag that she felt would probably be required later on. With her outfit and appearance now sorted she found her husband who loved the sexy appearance of his wife and told her how she looked just as sexy as she did when they first met. Helen replied that that was the idea and that she was looking forward to. The start of my downfall was herlipstick, however. She must have realized what a weapon she held as shebegan to apply her lipstick in front of me when it seemed appropriate,using a small hand-mirror and puckering her lips whilst painting themwith the strong reds she favoured, her smokey-blue eyes glancing at menow and again over the mirror. I was helpless when she did that andwatched in intense fascination before I could continue the conversationwe'd been having. I registered over time the.