Free Twisted Triangle by Caitlin Rother

new agents train to respond to bank robberies or hostage situations.
In addition to a phony bank, Hogan’s Alley has mock townhouses and a fake bakery, drugstore, and hotel. It also has a reproduction of the Biograph Theatre, complete with a marquee advertising Manhattan Melodrama , starring Clark Gable and Myrna Loy. The Chicago theater has historic signifi for the bureau because that’s where fifteen agents gunned down bank robber John Dillinger on July 22, 1934, right after he’d watched this movie.
Patsy put her arm around Margo, and they posed for a few photos on the sidewalk. The snapshots show how very comfortable they were together— two slender and athletic thirty-something blondes, standing hip to hip.
     
Patsy continued to give Margo presents, sometimes in a gift box, for no other reason than that she felt like it. A black-and-red silk Nicole Miller blouse, for example, was “just because.”
In early April, Margo invited Patsy over for a third family din-ner while she was attending another seminar at Quantico.
This time, Patsy brought presents for Margo’s three-and fi year-old daughters: two dark-brown mink teddy bears she’d picked up in New York City. They were six inches tall and extremely soft.
Margo found the gifts a bit extravagant, given that her girls were at the age where they were pulling off the heads of their Bar-bie dolls, but she appreciated Patsy’s generosity.
After dinner, Margo went out to the van, thinking Patsy was right behind her. Patsy got in a couple minutes later and was quiet all the way back to Quantico. A month later, she told Margo that Gene had grabbed her ass on her way out, saying, “Call me sometime.” Patsy was disgusted, and Margo was embarrassed once again by her husband’s behavior.
Margo walked Patsy back to her dorm room as usual, only this time she sensed that the dam was about to burst on her will power. The emotional walls that had been straining to contain her attraction for Patsy were collapsing as the two of them made their way down the hallway.
In the room, their embrace lasted even longer than usual while Margo leaned against an armoire, with Patsy’s head on her shoulder.
“I can feel your heat,” Patsy said. “I can’t believe how hot you are.”
Margo reached down and started kissing her on the jaw and neck, moving slowly over, fi and at long last, to Patsy’s lips.
“This is crazy. I’m sorry,” Margo said.
“No, don’t be sorry,” Patsy replied. They kissed again.
“It was a total sensual bath of feeling,” Margo said later. “Plain nerve endings going Fourth of July bonkers. I was not there. Time wasn’t there. It was so astounding. Took my breath away. Up to that point in my life, that was the most tender kiss I had ever had, and yet at the same time, it was the most ferocious in the intensity of it and what it was doing to the inside of me. I was mush. The hardest thing I had to do was let go of her and say, ‘I have to go home.’”
When Margo finally did get home, reality smacked her in the face. Gene was pissed. She’d been gone for over an hour.
“Where have you been?” he snarled at her. “You needed to be at home to put the kids to bed.”
So Margo did her motherly duties, then got into bed with Gene, who was still pouting. She gave him the usual goodnight kiss on the cheek while he channel surfed, but he didn’t kiss her back. That was fi with her. She needed time to think.
“It took me a long time to fall asleep that night,” she recalled later. “I rolled away from him and just lay there, wondering what the hell was going on in my life.”
     
The next morning, she went to straight to Patsy’s dorm room to apologize. She was a married woman, after all.
“Patsy, I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean for that to happen last night.”
As their eyes met, Patsy softly said, “Margo, I wanted that to happen.”
Margo later said, “Then it was like the cards were out on the table. I knew we shouldn’t be