”“And that would be?” asked Senator Wilson.“Senator, you need to rally support among those in both parties who wouldn’t immediately tell som...eone in the administration. Also, in the initial stages, keep discussions concerning this among yourselves. No secretaries, pages, aides, assistants, or chiefs of staff should be anywhere around those discussions. Hell, I’d make sure no one even tells their wives.”“Agent Donaldson, I’m not sure that’s realistic,” sighed an exasperated Senator.“Not even for. Tara and Mae were now locked in an embrace; kissing each other. They pulled apart and Tara smiled. “You are a great kisser...” she whispered seductively to Mae before leaning in and running her tongue right down her bare neck. Mae turned her head and she jumped when she saw me. “Oh, good, you here. Now the fun can really begin,” Tara purred. Nervously, I walked over and sat on the couch. “Don't be afraid,” Mae whispered. She leaned and kissed me, sliding her tongue all the way down my throat.. "It's dirty." Well, maybe there's another--" You look fine the way you are." Oh. Well, then could I have a towel? I'm--" It'll evaporate. Get your ass in gear." She worked fast, almost feverishly, and first he thought it was just to keep her mind off of her own nakedness and wetness. Then it occurred to him that there was something subtly different about her whole demeanor. She was more anxious to please now. It could be just that the shock of what she had done, and what she had been made to. “There are many classified holding areas which the government uses to temporarily detain high value subjects during interrogation.”“After they have been afforded due process, of course,” said Tollifson.“Of course.”“Get me that arrest record, Mr. Smith,” said the judge.“Of course, Your Honor,” Smith replied.“Again, I’ll review the documents, and rule on their admissibility later,” said the Judge. “Let’s keep going.”Mr. Jones stood.“Exhibit five, Your Honor, also comes from the writings he did in.