I knew who he was. Bob, director of national intelligence."Bob, you've seen my discharge request."I stared impassively into my beer.Bob was frantic."Alan, someone is going to try to kill the President at tonight's dinner. We haven't found the assassin. The President is asking you to take charge of security. I'm begging you, Alan."I went on as though he hadn't spoken. "Bob, do you remember that mission in the Middle East? I gave up a vacation with Sophia to take it."Sophia was furious, and she did not cancel the trip, because she had also invited Kane.I lay in the desert for three days and three nights just to take out one terrorist commander.When it was done I couldn't wait to call her.Sophia was lying on the sand in a bikini, and Kane, in nothing but swim shorts, was working oil into her skin."Alan, was there something?""Ha ha ha, Kane, don't touch me there... ha ha ha."Kane's hands moved over Sophia's back, her ass, and her thighs. She did not object; she was clearly enjo
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