Part 39 (1/2)
”Ok, New York, but you report here when I need you Agreed?”
”Agreed,” said Tyrone agreeably ”Deal?”
”Yes, except no with the press, this reporter of yours Agreed?”
”Whatever,” Tyrone told Bob
From his hotel room, Tyrone Duncan called Scott Mason at his ho no pain after several hours of drinking and slipping 10 bills into garter belts at Camelot
”RCA, Russian Division,” Scott Mason answered his phone
”Don't do that,” Tyrone slurred ”That'll trigger the ht you wanted the plans for the Stealth Bom- ber”
”C'mon, man,” Tyrone pleaded ”It's not worth the paperwork”
Scott choked through his laughter ”I'ood”
”We need to talk”
Thursday, October 15 Washi+ngton, DC
The stunning view of the Potoht a wave of crisp and clear air; a e frohts that reflected the power to ed on his 8th floor balcony after a wonderfully satisfying romp in his waterbed For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction sex in a water- bed y for the maximum pleasure Ah, the beauty of applied mathematics
Over the last four years Perky and Miles had seen each other on a periodically regular basis She was a little more than one of Miles' sexual release valves She was a seirl friend, but wouldn't have been if Miles had known that she re- ported their liaisons back to her boss Alex was not interested in how she got her inforressions in Miles lasses The aftergloas nificent and they saw no reason to detract froless conversation Her robe barely covered her firle between her legs She wasn't ashamed of her nakedness, job or no job She enjoyed her ti from her but the obvious Unlike the others who often asked her for solici- tous introductions to others ielded power that ht further their own particular lobby Miles was honest, at least He even let her spend the night upon occasion
At 2 AM, as they gazed over the reflections in the Potos to Perky's annoyance
”Aren't you going to answer?” Her unspoken thoughts said,<mi> do whatever you have to do toa call?” Miles asked His eyes were closed, convey- ing his internal peace The phone rang again
”Miles, at least get aa seventh time
”fuck” He stood and his thick terrycloth robe swept behind hi roolass and answered on the 8th ring
”It's late,” he answered His 'I don't give a shi+t' attitude was evident
”Mr Foster, I am most displeased” It was houst as Perky looked in froe
Miles breathed heavily into the phone ”What's wrong now?” Miles was trying to verbally show his distaste for such a late call
”Our plans were explicit Why have you deviated?” hoht
”What the hell are you talking about?” Miles sipped loudly frolass