" You could see his happiness as he giggled at the nickname he used for his sister.He opened the card and wrote "Happy Valintine Day" again. He kept t...inking that Valintine didn't look right but it was already written, twice, so it would have to do. He picked up another cutout heart and slid it in the homemade card and patted it as if to say, "Done."Very carefully the little boy began writing on the other cutout hearts. In small letters, he used the crayons to write, "Be Mine," "My Valintine,". Sheila immediately drew back, “NO! I will not let you endanger yourself like that!”“I am at level four now; I am far faster than I was. Besides, I have you as back up.” I told her which didn’t seem to alleviate her concern.“I am not calculating a high rate of success with this plan. Might I suggest that you let me take your place.” Sheila suggested.I was then bombarded with the probabilities, plus the scenarios that she’d run. Sighing, I could see the merit of her suggestion.“Alright, though I. "Was it named after Mark Felt? I sure hope so..." she asked.The other two rolled their eyes."What would you think?" Kensington asked a rhetorical question."Oh, gee..." Garcia looked at the floor."It is a great chance for promotion, Garcia," Vance said to her. "Just make sure you do your best. I expect nothing less. I believe this year's guest instructor will be Rocco Siffredi." Oh man..." Garcia bit her lip and looked like a sad puppy.I wanted to give her something else to think about, so I. He was calmer now. He began trying to convince his captors he was only kidding about the whole thing. Sarah glared at him coldly. "Bullshit. You are my slave and you had better get with the program or I may not be so nice by tomorrow. Better read the document you signed. You wouldn't want to be charged with a penalty for poor sportsmanship now, would you?" she said snidely. ?Come to my voice and I’ll remove your hood if you promise to be a good slave.?He managed to get to the cell door.