She was proud of it, even if it was only verbally to save face. John knew this. He knew she wasn't really like that, and he had grown to know the real... her. In these weeks and months, he grew to love her more and more, until all he could think about was her. He dreamed about her nightly. Knowing that he would dream of Tasha made going to bed a pleasure. He would often dream of kissing her, holding her and hearing her say that she loved him. He would often wake up in the night, finding himself. Why, also, did the attachments to this email appear to imply that Supervisory Special Agent Emmett Van Horn just might be working both sides of the fence with respect to that portion of the Russian mob being run by one Semyon Andropov and his subordinate gang leader, Vasily Radkevich, in the Baltimore area?I forwarded the email to one of three personal email accounts that I controlled online and away from work and deleted it from my work account, emptying the 'Deleted Items' box in my Outlook. I saw the look on her face."Uh oh," Lisa said slowly."What do you mean uh ho?" I asked. Then it dawned on me. "Lisa! Oh mygod, no. no. no!" I started to shake my head. "No you can't be serious,"no! no! no! no!" I started to hyperventilate.Mom quickly came over and put her hands on my shoulder "Craig, calm down,we don't know anything yet."I was freaking out! "This can't be happening, you have to be kidding,please," I begged Lisa. "You have to be kidding me!" I hung my head in myhands and started. How many BBC’s have you had up your ass or in your mouth, Very Tiny?”“None,” VT replied but he was shaking almost trembling. He knew that Sampson was gay.“Mistress Umbra, give me a half-hour with Very Tiny and I’ll have him cured of this issue, such disrespect to one’s mistress shouldn’t be tolerated.”I was tipsy, it was my birthday and I’d never seen such defiance from VT before. His eyes blazed with it. Yet he was torn as I knew he loved me, very much. However, he was my slave, I knew it it.