"I looked down again, seeing the pile of foamed milk, sprinkled with chocolate, and tried to wrap my head around what I was being asked to do. It was ...simple really – just lean down and give it a lick. I'd licked the foam off of coffee drinks like this before. This time I'd just have to lean farther down, since I wasn't allowed to lift the cup to my lips. Was that it? Was that why this was so powerful? Because I had to do it his way? My thoughts were racing, whether it would be more embarrassing. The teacher name was “Donald Smith”“Well there you go. I am confessing. I slept with my college student Tiffany and the little bitch now black mailing me. She been doing it for years Ms Henderson” Donald said talking on the phone“mmmmf” Ms Henderson said on the other end“What!!?”“Sorry unless you mmmm have any proof of that said pictures came from her, mmmmm you ooooo have to drop it. So far we only have proof that you ummmm slept with her”“Who else would have sent it? Least investigate”“Sorry. She stumbled a few steps forward, unable to balance properly with her hands behind her back, and lightly bumped against the back wall of the shower area. Shaking with fear she turned around so that her shoulder blades were resting against the cold tiles at the back, and she stared, wide-eyed with terror at the group of people facing her. Still no-one spoke, until the arresting officer passed something to her husband and said There you go, Chief! Ill go get the tap on. With horror she realised. The people on the Missouri didn't know shit from shinola about who he was or his background.The two SEALs who knew him weren't saying anything at all about 'Alex, ' or Lt. Harvey Middleman, their former CO, as they knew him. On this trip we were Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Chesterfield – officially. He was on a ultra-secret mission, and they wouldn't say anything.Fingerprints? There wasn't one in the known universe that would match 'Alex Hobart, ' except on his driver's license application in Austin,.