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Her unique talent has the chef sizzling.

They had no positive outlet for the impulses they were having. They weren't in love!"

The doctor gave her a long skeptical stare. "Your theory, Agent Emily, is unscientific and stupid."

"Adam has made his point, however," said Highmother. "The purpose of this meeting was to determine how best to deal with his condition. Do we continue to keep him in a containment suit?"

"The influence of his pheromones will probably wear off with time," said the doctor, "but he's still a threat. He must continue to wear the suit and gas mask while in the presence of others, and he must only eat and bathe while alone."

Adam did not like it, but he did not object.

"Then it shall be so," said Highmother, rising. "We have much to do before this afternoon's mission briefing. Adam, I want you to work with Emily. Answer all of her questions about the Citadel. We will need maps that include every detail you can recall."

"I'll help any way I can," said Adam. "We should expect the unexpected when we get to the island."

Again, Highmother and Emily exchanged glances. "Adam," she said with some reluctance, "you have to understand, we can't allow you to go back to the island."

"What? You can't leave me behind!"

"Your determination is admirable, but you are too important to our cause. You've not had the proper training-or had time to recover from your ordeal with the Countess. There is also your condition to consider. I forbid you to go."

Adam did not think he could change her mind but did not consider the matter closed. Instead he reluctantly agreed to Highmother's wish and resolved to pursue the matter later.

The plan, as explained in brief by Emily, was for a covert team to infiltrate the island and shut down its automatic defense grid. It sounded plausible, but Emily was hesitant to explain the details, saying it would all be made clear at the mission briefing.

After more than two hours of discussion about the minutia of Citadel layout and security, Adam and Emily produced a modest collection of notes, maps and diagrams. Emily digitized all of this information and disseminated it among the covert team members who had been training for the mission.

Late that afternoon, they were summoned to a meeting to introduce Adam to the rest of the team. Adam and Emily walked to the meeting room, and on the way, Emily asked what seemed at first to be a rhetorical question.

"Are you familiar with the work of Della Tiara?"

Adam, like most people, knew her name well. It was a name that called to mind glamorous images from magazine covers and billboards all over the country.

"The supermodel Della Tiara?" he asked, not understanding where the question was leading. "The woman the tabloids are calling the next Heidi Klum?"

"Yeah, the spokeswoman for Glamour Girl Cosmetics and all those other products. It might interest you to know that she's one of the newest recruits to teach at the Academy's Domination School."

"She's a glamour model and a dominatrix? That's not her image at all."

"Yeah, well, she was spotted at some of the more exclusive fetish clubs in L.A. When the Academy got word of it, they started to recruit her aggressively."

"Why does the Academy want to recruit someone so high-profile?"

"They think she can help recruit others. They need more slaves, and someone like her has a lot of contacts. Imagine what kind of mail a supermodel gets. Hundreds of lonely guys write to her and will agree to do anything she asks if she'll just give them some attention. So she invites them out to the island, pretends to be interested, and gets them to sign a slave contract. When she has the signature, she signs the contract over to Mistress Kathy and collects a commission."

"Holy shit. She's doing that?"

"Not yet. Like I said, she's a recruit, and our intel says she starts her new job at the Academy this week."

"That's pretty evil. But what does that have to do with us?"

"We think she would be valuable to us as

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