Some Off-Season Reading Prolog The well-appointed secretary walked in front of me and the vision of her cute ass in that tight skirt demanded my attention. She was escorting me to the waiting area of this high-rise Texas office complex; a waiting area that I had visited a number of times before. She opened the door to the waiting area but did not go in herself. She smiled and asked me to take a seat and wait until called. As I entered, I was once again struck by the Spartan surroundings. There was only 1 uncomfortable folding chair decorating a large battleship gray room with a 10-foot-high ceiling and only 1 door other than the one from which I entered. The room was without wall covering or windows and the fluorescent lights in the ceiling added to the uncomfortable atmosphere of the room. Fortunately for me I had come to expect less-than-comfortable surroundings when summoned by the ‘Operations Panel’, so I felt right at home. At least I was dressed comfortably, donned in old jeans and a Che Guevara sweatshirt. Truth be known, I would have been concerned if someone had offered me some refreshments while having me wait in more comfortable surroundings. I had been summoned because of my recent unauthorized revenge mission in Argentina. I wasn’t sure what to expect but I wasn’t really overly concerned…What was the worst that could
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