”Mindy laughed, “My parents? They won’t care at all!”“And having me in YOUR house when they aren’t home?”“At this point, I think they�...��re pretty sure I’m not a virgin, and they like you.”“And do they know...”“No. I mean, they might have guessed, but they haven’t said anything. So did Liz tell you the deal?”“Deal?”Mindy smirked, “In order to see Maggie, you have to spend an hour with me and Hannah and do anything we want!”“I don’t THINK so!” I protested.Mindy smirked, “Two sexy seventeen-year-old. But unless I’m wrong, the CIA agents and the mercs are coming so it’s time for you to leave. Thanks for giving me some time alone with the bomb maker since I got more information out of him than the CIA agents did.”I was surprised and asked about it, “How in the hell did you do that?”Michael replied, “It’s simple. They tortured the hell out of him so he told them anything to make them stop the torture. I sat down with him and talked to him, bomb maker to bomb maker. Hell, he told me. “There. Is this any better?” I ask and Mr. Reed comes up behind me. He sets one hand on the desk and leans forward, his cologne gently washes over me. “Nope.” He says and I groan. “I’m never going to get this.” I mutter and I sink back into my chair. Mr. Reed turns and looks at me, “Yes you will. Just not right now.” He grins and I swat at him. He ducks and laughs. He walks back over to me and leans over me once more. “Here. Give me the pencil.” He says and I hand him the pencil. Our hands. We would have known that he was male just by the multitude of colors in his tail and the way it shimmered with iridescence, a beautiful sight under any circumstances. He was a lawyer and perfectly suited to the job: two-faced and a great show!Shoosh's home was similar to Jak-Jak's in that it was made up of several building roofs butted together to make several acres. The whole thing was set up like an African plain with scrub grass and some brush here and there. The only building on the site.