Hezbollah was sending dozens of rockets at Israel, Jordan and Egypt; the same rockets were misfiring, falling back on their own communities.Hamas and ...Hezbollah were infighting now in another power struggle. Some things never change.I checked in with Andy; it had been a while. The French terrorists who were to wear suicide vests or were to be shooters had all been tried and executed.The cells in the security zone now held mostly cartel criminals, drug runners and hit men transferred to the. “I want to go in there and light his ass up. But as your training officer, I say call the guy from Free Bird. If we don’t, we are likely to be in a world of shit. That radio person he is talking to on the phone has him on tape I’m sure. She also has him live on the local show.”“Hello,” I said into the phone. “No I was doing some research for one of the cons.”“Well Mr Allen, one of your cons has a family hostage and is threatening to shoot them all. He wants to use you to negotiate,” the female. What can I get for you . . .right now?"she asked me, her eyes glued to mine. I think I mumbled something about abottle, but I don't remember. She did come back with a bottle and leaned outto hand it to me, her blouse opened a bit further, providing me with alasting view of her bountiful cleavage! My breath caught in my throat as myeyes poured over her. I was leaning out my window without knowing it, even asshe leaned even further out, her breasts bulging from her blouse. Suddenlyour mouths met. " Pamela took my hand and nearly dragged me to her room. She closed the door and stared at me.I had an idea of what she wanted, but wasn't quite certain. I decided to go slow. I took Pamela's hand and kissed her knuckles. She looked a bit mystified, but indulgent. I kept kissing and licking her wrists, then her hand. Her sleeves were short and I was able to kiss and nibble my way to her shoulder. There was the faintest smell of sweat on her skin, but I really liked the way her skin smelled..