"It was on Fridaynight that all hell broke loose. It wasn't even Friday the 13th oranything spooky like that. It was the 15th. Come to think of it, Ja...onwould have been a pushover compared to what we were up against." I have to do a report for Aladdin concerning what happened at ShermanWay Mall Sunday afternoon. But the whole day's a blank. Can you tell mewhy I was there?" Does this sound familiar? You were wearing a gun on your hip andcalling yourself 'Agent Eden Blake.' The next night, at. I’m almost finished.Suddenly there’s a new email message pop up on the screen.Amy: What is this? Should I open it? I’ll just keep working. It’s dad’s personal email so.I rushed back to my office to try and stop Amy from seeing that message.Me: Honey, let me use the computer, please!Amy: But daddy, the report.Me: Did you read any new messages from my email?Amy: No. I didn’t. Why? Was it something important?Me: Oh no, honey. It was just spam, don’t worry about it.Fuck! That was close!. As he sat in the tubshe explained their uses and more than he ever wanted to know aboutfeminine hygiene. She carefully explained that once a month he wouldhave to use each of those items for at least five days. If he did notthen questions would be raised. Out of the tub the lessons continued onhow to do his morning toilet in a feminine way.Totally embarrassed he went back into the bedroom with a towel drapedfrom under his arms and another wrapped turban style around his head.She helped him get. I eventually put the guitar away, changed into casual clothes, and headed to the Kozlovs’ house. I had a bit of trepidation when I walked up to the front door because I wasn’t quite sure what Elizaveta’s mood would be. My unease grew when it was Viktor, rather than Elizaveta, who opened the door to greet me.“Hi, Mike!” he said. “Come on in. Elizaveta is still in her room; I’m not sure what’s keeping her.”I had a pretty good idea, and I wondered if she’d hide out in her room until her friends.