The Chief waved towards the conference table. “Why don’t we get comfortable, so that I can share some facts about a dilemma our government is faci...ng, and then ask you for a favor?” Even though he phrased it as a question, it was more of an opening gambit to relax me. It did occur to me that he might be setting me up for the kill.Once we were seated, again without the underlings who stayed back and took copious notes, the head spy came directly to the point. “Lord Terrance, we need your help.” I. There was no time to change. Ah well this will have to do. I stood at the kitchen window breathing a bit heavy in anticipation for what was about to happen next. I live in the top floor of a block of flats and I was stood in the doorway waiting.Hi there, how are you, the usual greetings then I closed the door behind us.Alone together AT LAST!!!!! He went into the bedroom to get changed.He came out looking stunning in a tight mini dress ,Lace top hold-ups and black lace knicks.We went into. I had to laugh. He's so boring! She told him you were worth ten of him so he said if that was how she felt, how come she'd had such a wonderful time in bed with him."She told him remember the children might be listening, which we were! We couldn't hear what she said then but he shouted that wasn't true, she was well satisfied. Then there was a silence, followed by muttering. They were in the living room so I left the note in the kitchen and left."I had a sinking feeling I would need to think. “How dare you,” I snarl, the voice low with husky outrage. “You filthy little cunt.”His eyes are wide and his teeth chatter. In the midst of the spreading darkness, a bulge twitches. I bend and pick up the aerial. It is one of those old extending ones, and I pull it to its full length. The thicker end is torn metal, where some long-ago yob ripped it from some long-ago car. The other end is a small, conical metal button. Slowly, I press that against Ronson’s cock.“What the fuck is this?”“My… My.