So, do you have any ideas about working with the NSA?” Gina asked.“A couple of’em actually,” Hank said gathering his thoughts. “First off, w... need to get with the NSA to get us copies of everything they have on the four captured sleeper agents. We need to build profiles on them and then we can move forward. With what’s in this...” He held up the dossier folder, “We might as well walk into Starbucks and start asking people if they’re a Russian sleeper agent.”Haspel snickered but kept making. I couldn't go through with it...could i?I drove back, ready to go home, as i got more shaky. As I drove by, I quickly swung into the car park. Subconsciously my brain was telling me I wanted it...I think. I got out my car and walked towards the toilet. As I got in, one of the cubicles was busy while the other was free. I almost ran inside and locked the door. I was shaking like a leaf and was holding the door closed..as if the lock wouldn't hold it. I sat down on the toilet seat thinking about. She obediently opened her lips and savoured my love juice. I then got dressed and said, “Emma, I will be at Le Chateau Club next Saturday, I expect you will be there.” She looked embarrassed as she whispered, “I can’t.” “Why?” I asked with a seductive pout, “You don’t find me attractive?” “No, I find you incredibly intoxicating. It is just,” she paused for a long time, “I am only 20.” “Really? You look over 21,” I said genuinely surprised. Her face glowed with pride as she said, “Thanks, I turn. “Uncle Ryan?”“Yes, honey.”“So, um, I was thinking, I’m sixteen now and since I’m here in LA, it might make sense if I, you know, took driving classes and got a license?” She stuffed a bit in her mouth.“You don’t have a license?”“No, and if you think about it, it really makes sense. I don’t really have ID, just my school ID from my old school, and most everyone else gets licenses by the time they are juniors. Summer is the perfect time to do it. Right? I mean if you think about it, it would be.