I'd have to go home and face all my friends and family. I remembered the party my parents threw when I graduated from Quantico. My dad pulling me asid..., saying how proud he was of me, how he knew I'd be great, get rapid promotions. How could I face them again having failed so soon? But... "Sir, you said you MAY have to let me go ... Is there anything I can do to save my job?" I'm afraid not. My team is built on trust. I'd trust every single agent under my command with my life with just one. But other than that they didn't give us any water or food the whole evening and night. Nobody showed up the next morning as well, till about 10 AM.That's when the deputy came in with a tray full of food and drinks. He grinned wickedly and sat down across the hall from our cell. He started to eat the food and said, "This is good, you won't need any food anyway. You're going to die soon. Shot while trying to escape."I shook my head, "Isn't that too cliché? Nobody believes that line anymore. Why. The reason the funding had not passed was because Thursday and Friday they had been too busy getting TV time and grandstanding on the floor of Congress about the fate of the Iranian five. The bills passed quickly; they wanted out of town fast. All of them were brushing off reporters’ questions about the outcome of the Iranian ploy that they had been duped into playing a part in.Thursday was Thanksgiving dinner at the White House. It was a joint dinner with the Presidents and Vice President’s. She leaned in and whispered to me, "Shut the fuck up...don't wake everyone up! Did you just jerk off with my panties...and cum in them!? While I was in here?" "Well, I didn't think you would come walking out your room right as I was about to...you know." I said..."You know? What? Why can't you say it? Why can't you say, 'I came in your pretty little panties.'? Are you embarrassed?" she teased. "Well, had I not been so close to...um, my orgasm". "Cumming...that is what you did. In my panties,.