Frightened people don't fight, or least, they don't fight well. I dragged her back through the opening I had sprung from, then down a hallway and out ...nto the warehouse. The clerestory windows above were almost all shattered allowing a bright light to fill the empty bay. I spied a rope hanging from one of the large beams running across the open bay and dragged the woman with me. She was limp with fright and I smiled, knowing I controlled her: her body, her mind, and her destiny.The rope was. " Kept himself to himself. We all thought he was a spook." No, sir. He was just rather ... reserved."The Ambassador laughed. "Well, you would say that, wouldn't you?" he quoted, hinting that Derek himself was being cagey."You might say that. I couldn't possibly comment," replied Derek, in another quotation beloved of the Civil Service which he knew would be taken as an admission that his father was indeed one of the diplomats who reported also to the Intelligence Services. This was a calculated. When I had finished, he closed his eyes and sighed heavily. “I don’t know what to say, except that I have known you and Annie for at least ten years. I would have bet that Annie would never cheat on you, but that shows you what I know. However, if you want my advice, I’d hang in there. Annie has screwed up big time, but I would give her another chance. “Besides,” he grinned, “if she looked that hot last night, why not stick around? The way you described her, even I would have wanted to fuck. Everything he had done had been a long shot, god knows for whatever reason every long shot he tried worked and now the end of this tightrope walk was almost here. Margarie was losing her patience, there had been a simmering feud between the sisters since this debacle had started with Ellen’s marriage to John. Thank god she had found Bob who was now seeming like a real knight in shining armor, more so than when she married him. Still she confided in her sister, only to make this deception.