-What do you mean, is this a drug traffic? If so, I really don’t see how Tasha could deal with it…

-Hem, no, it’s more a kind of secret story, about stealing this fantasy of state secrets, perhaps for planning attacks. They are linekd with some terrorists movements from countries abroad…

-You mean… They could have enrolled her in that stuff ?!

-Not really. They may use her for illegal work-fabric, or threaten her for having information about some case… You know as well as me that this is more or less fantasy, but I guess they imagine they could drop any secrets from the Free World by capturing an U.S militarian…

Alice falls back on her chair.

-I feel like I’m in a nightmare…

-I know you do, Mrs Pieszecki, I’m really sorry.

-Thank you, so… what’ next ?

-Well, the army and the Police are on the case. We are currently drafting a file to solicit the government’s help in the investigation, and eventually be able to initiate negotiations. I can’t promise you anything, but I do affirm we’re doing our best to make hope grow, more and more.

-I know you are. Well. If you haven’t any questions, I will not take more of your time. Please let me escort you out, and be sure to sign out near the security station.

Once they arrive at the security check, Alice signs the register. Nevin gives her a smile of encouragement.

-I’ll see you soon, Mrs Pieszecki, and I hope with some good news.

And at this moment, Alice replies with a sentence she never imagined she could pronounce it in her life.

-May God hear you.

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Lay in the bed, Papi cuddles Helena’s back. This silence, sacred silence after a long, long moment of pure pleasure. Papi’s armor falls off. She’s naked, naked on her body and her mind. It’s been a long time since she didn’t share such an intimate moment with a lady, despite all the pretty girls she was bringing in her bed every week, every day. Papi was respectful of the women, of all of them, she really had this consciousness, in this masculine and sexist society, that girls must be treated well, she was a Don Juan but a gentleman one. She knows how to treat girls.

But Helena wasn’t a girl. She was a lady. The more Papi let the time fly, the more she realized how terribly true it was. Helena was fascinating, strong, powerful, humble, sweet, sad. All the things Papi loves about women. Their strength, their voices, their sadness, their wetness.

-Papi ?

-Si ?

-Did we make a mistake ?

Papi laughs softly, tries to seem as confident as she looks in her daily-life.

-I don’t think so.

She turns around to see Helena’s face. Her makeup has run a little, her hair is down, she carries under her eyes the bluish marks of their agitated night of love. Yet, a beautiful thought crosses Papi’s mind, and as today is another day, she decides simply to say it out loud, in a caring and sexy voice Helena never hear from her.

-You’re so beautiful.

Here we go again. Helena’s back thrills, and it is not under Papi’s fingers that still cuddle her. It is from her voice, this voice which suddenly became so open and so true, showing Eva Torres leaving her Papi’s shell to the closet for a moment. Helena loves what she hears, adores what she sees. Helena’s looking Papi into her eyes. For a long time. She kiss her. And smiles.

-Please, make love to me.

-Okay.