I shuddered when I realized that girl was dead. She would never come back. She was torn from me along with my virginity. All that remained now was thi... naked and frightened young woman.Dreading what new perversion they could think of next, I reached for the kitchen phone. "It's their own fault." I reasoned. In their confidence of breaking my will, they left me unattended. Now I just had to call 9-1-1, and they too would know what it would be like to be raped.Picking up the receiver and putting. “You couldn’t call?”“You slept through it, sir.”“Christ on a crutch. Okay, give me a second.” I rubbed my eyes again, and then rolled upright. “Go back to sleep, Marilyn. I’ll handle this.”I stood up and headed into the bathroom. At least I had my briefs on. I took a leak and grabbed a pair of khakis and my bathrobe. When I came out, the agent had retreated to the living room. “What’s going on?” I demanded.“They need you in the Situation Room, sir. They wouldn’t say why, but they really want to. ”“You speak French?”“I speak whatever language you wish me to speak. You seem to be an educated man, so I thought I’d just color up the dialogue a bit.”“Right. Well, um, about your Merlin; the first one I mean; was that the same Merlin in the King Arthur stories?”Smoke smiled then chuckled indulgently, “Oh dear no! Although he was a real person, the stories about Arthur Pendragon are nearly all fictitious and so are the tales of his resident wizard. My Merlin came some three hundred years. On it, he had something new this time. It was a picture of him and a woman. The woman had her face blurred out, but it was evident that it was Diana. It was posted yesterday and commented on several times.“Ooo what a fox!” said someone named Oskar something. “Is that the one you talked about?” said someone named Peter. “You are such a cute couple,” said some Rita. Rita sounds familiar…I clicked at the profile, and yes it was Rita, my daughter's kindergarten teacher. She knew about this?! She.