She straightens my tie, flashes me a million dollar reassure smile, and I knock. I open the door and proceed to step through, and I notice a 60 some y...ar old man sitting behind a large oak desk in the middle of the room, ‘hello you two must be from Apex, Mr. Jones and Ms. Martinez,’ he says in a stern voice, as he stands, and extends his hand, ‘I’m Oliver Anderson, we have some things to discuss,’ as he flashes a smile. 36. Mr. Oliver Anderson, the Vice President of Operations of Anon. The surgeon had told Steven that he was not unduly worried. He should shrug off such morbidity. He tried to but seeing Becca lying there inert: she might die."Becca," he whispered. "Becca, my darling, please don't die. I love you and need you to live. Please wake up soon. Please, my love."He sat back and looked at her. Despair filled his mind. He fought it. He had to give Becca the will to live, to live together in love and to have children."Becca, darling," he said, "you've so much to live. The human brain is an amazing piece of kit because when she went to do the right nipple she again smiled and 'HOLY DOUBLE FUCKING OUCH!!!' the piercing stick went through. I thought to myself that the first one didn't hurt like that, but it did; the brain just did not want to remember it.On both occasions I can tell you that the split second when the piercing takes place sure as hell straightened me out and I do mean that, my legs shout out and I said words. Apparently not bad words but. " I glanced at Angela and she nodded, " ... the one who came in here tonight. What's her name?" Ellen," Saul said softly. "Sister Ellen Sawyer." Sister?" Angela smiled at that. "She's a nun?" Yes," he nodded."Where is she now?" I asked gently, reasonably."Seventh floor, with the FBI people," Saul told us."Do you want to fuck me, Saul?" I leaned close, staring into his big brown eyes. "Do you want to love me?" Yeah," he breathed."I'll let you do it." I caressed his cheek and he turned his head.