“I mean, it’s just a thought...” I felt my insides tightening and my body getting hot with fear and nervousness thinking about how my husband wo...uld react to my next words. “I was just thinking that maybe ... I could do something for him. I mean ... only if you ... if you think it’s okay.”He turned his body towards me. “Wait ... are you saying what I think you’re saying. You want me to let my boy fuck you?”“Well you already let two of ‘your boys’ fuck me and that wasn’t an issue for you, so how. Since I was to be a fourteen, or possibly fifteen, -year-old today, I used a small amount of eye makeup as well. I brushed out my hair and put on a full slip. I went into my clothes room and looked at my wardrobe. I selected a white suede skirt and cotton blouse set that was definitely a "hoe-down" outfit. The skirt fell to just below my knees and had a fringe running all the way around the hem. I put on a white leather belt, and white cowgirl boots with a three-inch heel. Adding my wristwatch. ’ ‘A gift from your son Grigori, the computer entrepreneur?’ ‘Yes. A good son.’ ‘So you are not so far behind the new generation, at least in attitude. And, you have something the new agents will not have for decades. Trust me, Lev, this is a truth.” “Oleg, you have set me up with a riddle so I must ask. What do I have that they will not have for decades, besides grey hair and a pension?” “Memory.” “Ah, a trait in short supply when I was a young operative.” “That is the tragedy of our country. ”“Mr. Adams?” a male voice behind me said.I turned to see a detective standing behind me.“Yes?”“Do you have a few minutes to talk to me?”“About?”“Miss York.”“Certainly. Al, can we use the Chief Resident’s office?”“Yes, of course.”I led the detective to the office and shut the door behind us.“How may I help you?” I asked.“What do you know about the relationship between Miss York and Mr. Colombo?”“I didn’t even know his name until you told me just now. All I know is that she met him at church, he.