You could she the age in her face, but it was more maturity than anything. A woman who had been places, seen things, and had a good time of it. "So.."... she leaned over to look at my name badge " Mike, you work at Roger's Market? That doesn't sound interesting." Well, it pays the bills." I responded by impulse. She didn't really care, I was sure. "You don't sound thrilled about it. Is it not what you wanted to be when you grew up?" she reached into her purse, producing a cigarette. "Is it okay if. I settled into my office chair and looked at an empty desk. Whoever had the job before didn’t leave much and left in a hurry. I had a ten ‘o’clock with the Commander, whom I already knew from a past assignment where he and I had worked together. I suspected he was the reason I was where I was- as we had a great working relationship and I knew we’d do well working together. I scratched my head and asked Specialist Johnson to come into the office. Specialist Valarie Johnson, from South Carolina,. Back at the massage Steph was no longer feeling herself, and was starting to drift to a sl**py state. Her dream was becoming more real, she was showering and could hear footsteps on the landing. At first she was a little worried but figured it was Peter looking for something, she thought this could get intriguing. She heard him walk into her room where he stopped. Steph had a rush of excitement travel over her body and was very turned on, thinking what might happen, she turned the showerhead to. "Then you are a very special man," she said. Helen locked eyes with me. "Take this," she said. She pressed a business card into my hand. It was an engraved card on heavy, cream-colored stock. On it was a single phone number and nothing else."Save it. It is my most private number. Clara doesn't even have that number. You may dial it any time, day or night ... if you need me." She put her hand on my shoulder and squeezed it tightly.I was standing there, not sure what to say and confused about why.