She could just go but then, could she just go? She is trying to make some casual enquiries, so Anna does not form the idea that she, Anna, is being in...errogated for some very specific information. In the context of her mission, Martha would have to stay and play her part? ?Marta! Come, now!?The words of one of her Instructors now take the opportunity to emerge from memory, to come into conscious light and bring themselves to Martha’s immediate attention: ‘An Intelligence Officer will do. The new book wasn’t full of creased reminders. She would even hold her new book differently. As she read, her hands gracefully cradled it until she was finished for the night and was ready to go to bed. She would carefully take the corner of the page in-between her fingers and pause to scold herself for not buying that bookmark that she liked so well before folding the page over and closing the book. Mr. White was a proud man. He might say that unlike his wife’s stacks of unread books, he reads. “So she really is a vampire?” Tanya asked, “Like what you see on TV?”“Yes,” Frank answered, “she is really a vampire. No, not like what you see on TV. Béla is a sex vampire. She feeds on sex. In the years that I’ve known her, she has fed on blood a few times. From what I could figure out from those old newspaper articles, she killed and fed in self-defense or in revenge for someone her victim raped or murdered.”“Like the last time...” Tanya said, suddenly saddened with the memory of her lost. Into the room stalks a severe but madly attractive woman. Laura De Mille, alias Madame Rouge, is a tall woman with superb legs and fabulous breasts. Her features are harsh and angular though fascinating to study. A chiselled jaw, wide mouth, high cheekbones, and a blade of a nose, combine into a stunning face. Her silky sable hair is cut off at her jaw line and trimmed into a fringe just above her arched eyebrows.In her scarlet micro dress, thigh boots, and opera gloves reaching well above her.