You said you had a name..." He waited expectantly; when she didn't answer, he turned to Zack, puzzlement plain.The other boy rolled his eyes. "You did...'t ask a direct question. She's splitting hairs. Or dumb. Do it like this:"What's your name?" Renee," she replied immediately. Unintentionally."Okay," said Sauce. "Well, I'm Sawyer, and this is Zack. He, um, he calls me Sauce. It's kinda a joke ... um, you can call me either one you want."She stared at him blankly. Why, she thought, would it. After the mission was finished all bets were off. As they used to say, "Lock up you women and children." Now that there are so many women like me, I guess it should be "Hide your virgin sons. as well." So we are all freelance operatives here for a reason. When the mission goes we need a single commander. One to point out the obvious and make decisions which will effect us all. It is no secret that I have access to black bag intel." Martine said it as if it were all a positive thing."But that. I held them up in front of her “Your choice” I said, she nodded to my left hand, the stiffer one of the pair. From the drawer I took a dice, rolled it and it came up with a 5. Looking straight at her I said 5 strokes girl you will count. She nodded the whispered for me “not to spare her!” WHACK and she screamed a red line appeared parallel to the ground taking in the left buttock before the right low on the curved lower overhang and leaving a single red welt. “One sir” she shouted.A second. We fell into conversation easily, she knew nothing of me and I knew nothing of her until all but a day ago, but despite, or perhaps because of this, we spoke openly. I asked her about her work-what she loved about it, what she hated about it, about where she’d like to travel too, and what her plans were for the house.We kept talking after we’d finished the meal, she poured the last drop of wine into my glass. I felt a little drunk. She stood up from her seat:“you’re more than welcome to come.