While the disguised Kermac represented a Saran on the outside, no surgery or artificial disguise was used to mask the Kermac arrogance and personality... The Saresii woman was technically a senior level field agent but she was treated like a barely tolerated necessity. The Kermac agent had not told her where she went this morning or what she had found out while she was gone. The Saresii knew, of course, the Kermac was not sleeping but using her telepathic talent to contact her handlers or someone. "Well it must be OK for you to have dinner with your business partnerafter you've both been working late. Come on, I know a really goodItalian not far from here." Oh, I can't..." she began."Well you certainly can't drive yourself home after a quarter of abottle of whisky, so I insist."Ruth wasn't used to people insisting with her, least of all me. Igrabbed her coat, helped her on with it, and led her downstairs to mycar before she could muster any further argument."All right then," she said,. Damn, you suck, Ralph."She giggled and let my wood out again. "No, that's me, Brendan, now shut it and when you need to shoot, get it in the trash basket there. If any of your seed gets into the carpet, I'll fuck you up, got it?" Fuck me, you're smoking hot, Lyra. You're the perfect SMILF, I swear." Charming me won't make you special; you still have to follow the rules, got it?" I'm sorry, Lyra." I'm gonna fuck my step-son in peace," she made clear before taking my pecker back into her mouth. Making as little noise as possible, I got dressed and left the house.The Waffle House was always open. As I sat nursing my third cup of coffee, my mind was still going a million miles an hour. I pushed away the plate of half eaten eggs and grits, paid the bill, and had no idea what I was going to do next. Emotions were running rampant. First, was the disappointment I was feeling for my wife's infidelity. Second, and growing rapidly was the emotion of revenge.Clayton Brenner was wrong to call my.