I have no idea how those guys initially found us, but they weren’t part of the terror cell. They’re the remnants of a group I thought we took care...of last month. The guy in the front passenger seat was the head honcho of the group. We thought he’d fled the country and we’d given up looking for him. Your biggest problem is going to be explaining this to the upset women in the waiting room.“By the way, Carla got the info we needed, and our agents found the van with the explosives. They were set. Share your feelings.Me (sign of a relief for me): Actually I like sex and want to have fun with someone. I want someone to teach me about all these things. I am a shy guy at the college and girls won’t even talk such things with me. But how you got to know that I was looking at your cleavage now?She: Because someone was poking my upper back. You should control your things. (smiling) And don’t worry, I will help you to lose your virginity and teach you how to please a woman.Hearing that, I was. I enjoyed watching the dancers work the crowd and talk with each other. I enjoyed the customers acting foolishly and becoming enthralled in the dancers. I politely declined several invitations for a lap dance and mostly watched whichever girl happened to be on the main stage. Eventually I noticed that one of the dancers kept looking at me. The third time I saw her looking my way, she was dancing for a man in a suit seated close to me, but looking over at me every chance she got. When she saw me. .."Her hands were already clenched and she started storming towards thefigure with a definite purpose. "Who do you think you are?"Suddenly the figure held up his hand and Cynthia froze, finding herselfunable to move. "My dear lady," the man said calmly, "I know quite wellwho I am, though it is sad to say that you can not claim the same."His reaction startled Cynthia even more than her sudden helplessness.She couldn't imagine who this stranger was to defy her in such a way."Let me go this.