I had an interesting conversation with Warren while Jay and I were waiting for our ride last night." Really?" The boy has got it bad for you. And does...'t think you'll go out with him in a million years."Sophia stopped. And said, firmly, "He's wrong about that." He is?" Yup. No need to surrender your right arm in a bet, Alison- -you were right. I realized it last night. That's why I want to talk to you. I'm in love with him. Great. Now what do I do?" I told him you were. And I told him to tell. After bathing, drying and getting myself and my daughter into our pj's before going downstairs for a light dinner. And off to bed afterwards. Monday morning arrived, I dropped my daughter off at school, headed to gym and home afterwards. I had a shower and then got dressed throwing on a casual summer dress and the new lingerie that I bought. I went downstairs starting up my laptop and downloading emails my husband sent me. I was busy with the work for over an hour sorting it into files and. All considered themselves isolated from each other. Steve had repeatedly warned that the U.S. could tap and monitor all forms of communications, domestic and foreign. National intelligence supercomputers worked 24-7 to scan for keywords in a massive flood of intercepted data. He was certain that any and all keywords applicable to themselves, the Masi'shen embassy in Geneva, the tribe, the Jacobs, and probably the LDS Church headquarters in Salt Lake City, were already entered into the search. “I’m going to lay it all out for you, B. Last night, you accepted your desires. You may have been dr*nk. Hell, I know you were. So dr*nk that you, for once, didn’t think about what other people would say, about how ‘wrong’ it was, about any of that crap. You just gave in. You were honest with yourself. Now, you’re probably thinking how disgusting it was, how sick it was, blah, blah, blah. The usual Buffy bullshit. I don’t care. I don’t wanna hear it.“I know you fuckin’ loved every second of it..