"And you're not helping the cause."Still smiling and calm, she came sat on my bunk once I'd jumped in it."I know the feeling. Being friends with such ...a bitch like Amber is frustrating."I was so mad with Wendi that I didn't realize Tammi was coming on to me."Why in the hell are you telling me? And why are you sitting on my bed?"Tammi's hand lightly stroke my hair as her smile widened."How about we help each other out with our frustrations?" she extended her tongue out to display a tongue ring.I. So she made a change in the rules, they would use the bed if Dylan was asleep. That made their rendezvous even better. And with Dylan being a sound sleeper they were never interrupted.A month had gone by and things were going well. On Tuesday just after she got home with Dylan there was a knock on the door.She walked over to the door and asked, “Who is it?”A muffled voice responded, “Hello, are you a Ms., Kathy Gouben?”“Yes” she replied hesitantly. Last time someone came to her door was NOT a. ”I remembered that he was the Secretary of War before the start of the Civil War, but it was news to me that he was so prominent in the developing of the Northernmost part of the country before he was called down to manage the rebellion against the Union. Poor Kit was lost when I tried to explain to her the significance of the long-range planning by a man castigated as an enemy of the Union. His contributions to the Manifest Destiny of America were overlooked by history and he was remembered. " Officer Gibson this is Deputy Director Dale of the FBI."Mike knew who Dale was. He was another vampire on the side of the Angels, the man who had guided Bridget into acting as an operative of the British Secret Intelligence Service during the Napoleonic War. He was Bridget's oldest friend and an admitted off and on lover. Panic seized Mike for a moment. Dale had to be calling about Bridget."Please God, don't let anything have happened to her," he prayed silently, as he had prayed ever since.