I could see how much it meant to him to stroke my fishnet encased leg andthought about what had happened in the last two days. I knew Mr Joneswould t...ake me on as a full time cleaner and so I had sorted out somepocket money but I needed full time work.I suddenly found him French kissing me.I had never been kissed before.I forgot how much older he was than me and started to wonder what sexwith an older man would be like.Mr Jones had let go of my leg. He now had his right hand under my skirtand. In the old days - the period before Helen seemed to belong into some prior existence, and meeting her had been the start of a new era - in the old days, most of our lovemaking took place in bed, at night. Sometimes it would go on into the small hours of the morning, and we would be tired for the rest of the following day. Now, when we finally fell into our bed, exhausted, all we could think of was to get as many hours of energy-restoring sleep as possible. Our sex happened all over the house,. You know, with brave English officers and gallant foes. He boasted about your team last month after you had just returned that Italian reporter. Problem was, he blabbed in a room full of our Iraqi allies. The kid should abstain from booze." Bugger! Why didn't anybody put a gag in his trap?" Afraid they were all merry and in high spirits, were our diplomats. All but our allies, of course. They, being good Muslims, do not indulge in alcohol." Oh fuck! If they put two and two together, they'll. The Agency had given her anapartment since she was now an Agent. Buffy was across the hall fromher. They had both been hired after the deaths of their families, sheassumed that Agent S had done it mostly out of pity. Still the apartmentwas fairly decent, she had been able to get some of her old stuff back,mainly her movies, computer, and a few other items. She also had acloset full of clothes provided by the Agency. Dresses, gowns, variouspants, tops, and more underwear than she thought.