But that misses the whole point.Jordan asked a couple law enforcement types to the party whom I hadn’t met before. Kathy Mitchell worked in the same...group as Jordan but I’d never seen her come into our office or to any sites where I’ve visited. She wasn’t around when I was at Brenda Barnett’s hearing. She wasn’t at the docks when we went through the cargo container. But she seemed to know absolutely everything that I’ve done and all about me. She said she does a bit of undercover work, but. I love what you did for me last night. It was insanely intense." But not off the scale," I conceded. "I'm not your bad boy fantasy. That's fine. I can live with that." I wish you wouldn't put it like that, David. You're the fantasy husband I never thought I'd have. You don't have to be anything more for me. I hope you believe that."She had pulled the nightshirt up over her head and dropped it on the floor. It was a conversation stopper she had used time and time again. I stared as she walked. " I'm on my way."I was suited up and on the bike faster than normal. Pulling out of the compound at work, I made sure there were no cops around and opened it up for a few blocks. Thinking about the time, I got on Highway 54 and into Bonita and then took the back road to the college. I was there in fifteen minutes. Not knowing where Shelly was, I called her up and was directed to the Administration Office.I walked in and Shelly leaped past a security guard and into my arms. I took one look at. I caught your panties as she tossed them to me. I put them to my nose and sniffed them as I looked at her across the room. Becky tells me again to get out of there or else. I take the panties and head back to my house. My wife is still at work so I return to my office with Becky's panties and put them in my desk drawer and get back to work. My mind however is not on my work but what had just happened. I was wondering what she was going to do. Was she going to tell my wife or her husband or use.