I told her honestly that I didn’t, and she then looked up at me with those eyes, and said “Good, come home with me then”. I didn’t argue. We...didn’t have far to go as she actually lived in the Barbican itself, in a two bedroom flat, with a very smartly furnished living room. I think that neither of us were in any doubt as to what was going to happen, and as she closed the door behind us, she melted into my arms, our lips locked in a passionate kiss. Once our lips broke apart, I swept her up. When we finished, there was very little new information. The only piece we had gained was Rafi Quastri’s choice to replace him if something happened. The first one was Saif Alawai al-Jawfi - who was now dead.Rafi’s second choice was Tamerl El-Hassan who had spent 4 years at Camp Delta Guantanamo Bay. According to both, he was giving training at the Marion NY site and living in the apartment complex across from the college.We were done in two hours; I let the Doc off him and then Ching Lee,. " Well good evening young man. What brings you out on a night like this?" Avoice called from behind him.Paul turned to see an old man with a cane shuffling towards him. He couldnot have been more than five feet tall but he was almost as wide. The oldman's face showed of a long life indoors as it was pale and soft and wascovered in a patchy beard that had not been groomed in years. There was ahint of Bourbon in the air as he approached. His clothes seemed just asdusty as his inventory and just. Or maybe a Christmas card, one we might send to our intimate friends, if we ever have any, that might read, "Merry Christmas, from Daddy and Vettie." "You take my breath, baby. Yes it looks so very sexy." She raised a knee and crossed one leg over it, posing. I took her foot in my hand and kissed it. She placed her other foot between my thighs and teased my nuts with it. The sensation was electric. "Do my socks feel as good as my panties?" She was referring to my habit of jacking off with her.