"So we are liable to find some executive's credit card in the seat?" I asked."Yeah it could happen," he said. "We are about to get our first look at t...e building they think needs our help to defend against the Jihadist." We should write a book. Jihadist I have known and sometimes loved." I said."Oh exactly, who have you loved?" Kurt asked."I once loved someone," I said faking defensiveness."Sylvia, you have made love to a lot of men that isn't the same thing as loving them," The Brit said."I. Melissa, the poor woman in the cage had gone through a phase of pleading with the guards to let her go and promising never to step out of line again. Her collaborator continued to be pinned down on her own, silent and apparently resigned to years of misery.As they neared the prison, Stella noticed something different."There's nobody in the watchtowers, Megan! That's the first time I've ever seen that!"When they reached the gates, hastily and not too expertly repaired after Clarissa had. I was almost to the house before I wondered exactly how Sean meant "take me".1 She is quite impressive. You are a lucky guy.2 You have no idea.Sean:Sheila was beautiful. Everyone knew it and Justin recorded it. So much the good part. All that had nothing to do with the situation on the houseboat. Sheila was coming to me like a Goddess out of mythology. I was only human. What was I to do?I adopted Francine's perspective. This was a stage and we were actors. I was the groom. My part was simple. Have an affair. I knew I could hook up with at least a few of the women I knew from work if I made an attempt. I would get laid but would have to deal with the guilt of cheating and likelihood of getting caught. This would result in divorce and probably financial ruin, for me anyway. Risky stuff.Seduce her. Get her sex drive ignited, relit, fired back up. I would need to work hard and think differently to do this, but it was the best, and cheapest, option. If it failed, well, hello door number.