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I was on my way into the ‘office’ and I saw the secretary; â€Å"Hey Cheryl.† â€Å"Hey Martin. Here, isn’t it the big day today?† she asked â€Å"Yep, she’s finally coming online.† I replied, with a bit of an excited tone in my voice â€Å"Christ! What is it with men always having to call things ‘she’?† Her voice had something of a viscous snap to it. â€Å"Hey, don’t blame me dear. I just work here don’t I?† She giggled. I like it when she giggles. It’s got a sweetness to it that, for some reason, most other women lacked. I smiled at her. â€Å"So†¦Ã¢â‚¬ ¦..are you, going to let me in? Or shall I just stand all day looking at you, which I wouldn’t actually mind doing?† I heard a buzz and then a click at the door. â€Å"I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ then, shall I? Or are you just messing with my head?† â€Å"Go on, in, now! Or do I have to smack your rear end to get you in there?† She said. â€Å"Well, come on over here and try it baby!† I said to her with one great big cheesy grin on my face. â€Å"Oh you dirty man, you!† She said, sarcastically. We always were saying stuff like that in our own little way. It was†¦different. I’d never been like this with anyone else. It was always just us two. Then there would be a great booming voice from inside the ‘office’. â€Å"BRYSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GET YOUR SCRAWNY ASS IN HERE, NOW!!!!!!!!!!† â€Å"Oh dear, General Solomon’s calling.† I said with some remorse. â€Å"Don’t you mean ‘great wind-bag of Alcatraz’?† She said. I laughed. That’s the nickname I’d given him when I had started at the Pentagon. He was supposedly an ex guard over on Alcatraz prison island†¦. supposedly. I crossed the threshold into a huge room. Dimly lit, only the centre table was illuminated. I could see the General’s face. â€Å"I told you not to be late. I watched you out there flirting with Cheryl, it’s not on. I’ve told you before to leave my daughter alone!† Everyone turned and looked at me. I couldn’t help but say:- â€Å"Who, me?† I got a warm laugh from everyone in the room. Except of course from Mr. Stern faced – lover’s father – who – hates – me. His emotionless face and piercing stare were enough to make anyone cower for fear of their lives. He always looked like he was going to attack you or something.