“One more thing, Laura. Please take the time to go through your desk and pull anything associated with Braxton. Put anything on your computer that h...as to do with our preparation onto a thumb drive and delete it from your computer memory. I don’t trust these bastards not to search our desks while we are away.” Laura turned and smiled. “Now Evan, you’ve underestimated me. You should know that there is not one sheet of paper in my desk that can be associated with Braxton. I’ve known from the. ” “Why ever not.” “It doesn’t feel right,” I frowned. “Because I know they’re yours.” “So,” she smiled with some slight mischief. “But you’re my mother.” “That didn’t stop you masturbating when you helped move the chest of drawers.” “But,” I cringed somewhat mortified that she’d witnessed what I’d been doing. “It was just seeing all those pants and imagining what they were used to cover.” “Now we’re getting to the truth,” she giggled. “What d’yer mean,” I suddenly asked focusing on the. She was waiting for Tony standing by the roaring log fire wondering how he had got on with her father. He opened the door and smiled., within seconds she found herself in his arms, he was cold and wet, but he smelled so good. He had his own unique smell, the smell that was his, and his alone.That smell always did something to her. The kiss seemed to last so very long that she felt dizzy when he let her go. He did not speak as he walked over to the sideboard and poured a glass of wine. It was. The exchange of informtion that led to the capture of the three would-be terrorists left both U.S. and Egyptian agents in a cooperative mood. Ultimately one of the terrorists decided to cooperate as well. The group claimed to be an off-shoot of a longstanding anti-government faction that was recruited for the attack via the Internet. They knew nothing about tracking a phone. According to the informant, they had been contacted over a week ago. They were told to stand by for a man to call them.