It remained to be seen whether Alfred and Jake could deliver.When Alfred rejoined us – he was tactful enough to ring the door bell – there could b...e no doubt. He was all smiles and full of confidence. Jake, he said, had been reluctant to go all the way but was swayed by Elise's approval. He insisted, though, that Alfred would never act on his own, Elise and I had to be kept informed as essential safe guards.He had brought with him a suitcase full of lawyer-like suits, shirts and ties. He would. "No, thanks," she replied. "I'm supposed to be out for a run. Fader will probably ground me if he finds out I've been screwing around with Johnny or with a British stranger like you. Old country-old fashioned, you know? Which makes very little sense considering the business he runs. You'd think he'd be more open-minded about sex. I guess he is but not when it comes to his daughters. He'll want to keep me in his sights. He's been threatening to make me work with him at the gallery for the rest. “War is no business for women, young lady. In some places, they would hang you for spying. There’s certainly enough evidence, and despite Lieutenant Lodge’s testimony to your utter lack of capacity to think things through, it is spying.”She squared her shoulders and glared at him. “Hang me then. Let the world see what kind of so-called men you damned blue jackets really are!”“Very dramatic. I don’t think you understand the gravity of your situation, young lady. I’m inclined to release you, so. " Hard part's over," Jane said. "Now we get you to step into your shirt." Step into?" Mark asked."Yep," Jane said nodding as she handed Mark a red piece of fabric thatwas clearly intended to stretch. "If you pull it over your head like anormal shirt it'll mess up all my hard work on your hair. So you stepinto it and pull yourself through, like a tube."Mark did as she instructed and after wiggling the top around his hips,he was adjusting the hem of it around his breasts so the bra didn'tshow..