He was a short guy, chubby, balding and somewhere between his late 50's and early 60's. I had observed him as I sat in my car, watching the block. As ...e furtively looked around before he slipped into the building, I decided to go inside and see if he was up for some fun. As I entered the building, the place was otherwise deserted, except for the cubicle which had recently been occupied by the older gent. I occupied the vacant stall next door to him and sat myself on the toilet bowl, and I. All set?" Yes." Good, let's go find our ride then."We walked out into the main lobby, past the unmanned metal detectors and outside, where Mr. Jones was waiting for us in the SUV. Anya climbed into the seat next to Mr. Jones and I got into the back."Dr. Wills said you wanted to go to Walter Reed. Looking for your other mole?" Yeah. I want to end this part quickly so we can concentrate on our congressional problems. Oh, I promised Dr. Wills and the acting DCI that I'd turn these over to you." I. She responded ‘Good morning!’ and the two kissed. ‘How’d you sleep?’ Butch asked. ‘Great! How about you?!’ Shannon responded. ‘Good.’ ‘You must’ve been tired! I’ve been up for a couple of hours!’ ‘Weed makes me crash hard. That’s why I usually only do it on weekends now.’ ‘Well I’m gonna keep doing it every day as long as I can get away with it!’ ‘You should, baby girl!’ ‘And I hope we’ll have lots of stoned sex!’ ‘We will, baby girl!’ At that, Shannon smiled and the two had a slow, open. "Why don't you take Tiffany and show her the trophy case?"Miss Clara's phone rang and she answered it listening a minute. "Thankyou." She hung up and studied Erika for a very long minute. "Two hundredfifty seven times eight hundred forty three," she mumbled as she tappedit into the calculator on her desk."Two hundred sixteen thousand six hundred fifty one," mumbled Erika.Smiling Miss Clara asked, "Why did you throw the test?" I, throw the test? Why would I do that?" Erika answered with a.