"Jason was practicing his 'I'm the Prince of Broodiness' act, Sheila," Robert said. "Positives positively flee in fear for their lives whenever he doe... that." Why are we here, sir?" I asked the Director."There's a situation, which we'll get to later," he said turning his chair around. "First order of business is my personal assistant, Stephanie. She's playing with the trainees again."The other Operatives groaned as we stood up to follow him; Stephanie managed to get kidnapped a few times a. Robert, as I would soon learn, was rather scruffy looking and his jeans and denim shirt looked extremely well-worn. The trainers on his feet had definitely paid their dues and the beanie on his head looked like something a fisherman would wear. He also had a duffel bag over his shoulder that appeared to belong to a manual labourer. I estimated him to be around six-foot-tall and be in his late twenties.I was overjoyed when he moved in my direction and sat on the stool next to mine. As he ordered. That and the petting on my legs finally woke me up to the fact that you were after a little time between my legs," she said."I nearly freaked out when I broke the kiss, intending to nibble and kiss on your neck and throat. I was sure that you were about to protest when you said something," I admitted."I wasn't going to protest, I was hot and ready already. I was going to tell you that I didn't think I needed my T-shirt or panties any longer. You didn't let me get it out before you were kissing. “You’ll meet Anthony’s c***dren shortly,” Sumitra said. “At present there are twenty-five but there are several more on the way.”“I’m impressed, Sir,” James said with a twinkle in his eye. “I’m sure Robert would be too.”+++The long gallery was almost pandemonium until I shouted for quiet. My c***dren recognise me and do take notice. I introduced James to the other eleven ‘wives’ all dressed in their best sarees, and the twenty-five c***dren. The younger c***dren were unimpressed. They wanted to.