Erin couldn’t breathe. She struggled. Wildly. Kicking. Squirming. Squealing.Someone was stroking the backs of her legs. Stroking her stockings. Play...ng with her spike heels. Pulling her long hair. Groping her ass. Lifting the back of her tight skirt. Entering her from behind. Oh, my God. Not again. He was so big. So very big. He began stroking again. Faster. Deeper. Harder. Driving in and out. Stroking and stroking and stroking. It seemed to go on forever. And he was so huge. She couldn’t move.. I looked at her and she smiled nervously. She was in her nightgown, with a tiny belly.I was looking for chances to escape from that room and she was looking at me.Di – “How was your week at the office?”Me – “It was hectic. What about you?” (switching between her and the TV)Di – “It was fine. I could manage.”Me – “Ok.”I continued watching TV and she looked at me again. I could see it from the side of my eyes, without turning at her.Di – “Mannu.”Me – “Yeah Di, Tell me. Do you need anything?”Di –. Still want to learn?”“I’ll do whatever it takes to get the money I need.”With a shrug the woman walked out from the desk. She motioned for me to follow her. I nodded and she lead me behind the curtains. Behind was a room set aside for worship. I saw people of various races and gender knelt in prayer before a marble statue. The woman explained, “We don’t require anyone to pray but if you pass the interview you will be allowed to come to pray whenever you desire.”“Interview?”“Yes, you will serve. It doesn't make any sense for an arrogant group in US intelligence to seek the same data from us that they already have from the Brits. If that is true, then the remaining choices are an individual or a group with political influence, trying to learn more about us by creating all of this hassle."–-- –-- –--Command Staff looked out over the dining room on Dóchas. Breakfast, and the morning meeting, had just ended. They had thought about having this discussion in the large conference room, but.