” She said.“Right now, here?” I said in amazement.“This is a one time offer Ben, I'll tell you if I think anything is wrong, just a quick look...and you're not to tell anyone, do you hear me Ben? not a soul.”I stood and began to unfasten my shorts. When she said. “Better remove your T-shirt too, I'll be able to see how it's comparison with the rest of your body.” I pulled my shirt over my head and let it drop to the kitchen floor.“So far so good Ben, you're really nicely defined, must be all. "You do know that I can not get you a raise or anything else for that matter."She laughed then said, "They told me you were brutally honest. I see that it is true. You are a bit of a legend here. There are not many female operative that actually go to war these days." We aren't at war are we?" I asked. "If we are someone should tell the troops." I meant into actual combat. Most of the female operatives tend to be more the kiss and tell kind. They might shoot someone or plant a bomb, but they. TwoColinColin came to a pounding stop at the end of the paved driveway. Bending over, he put his hands on his knees to catch his breath. He’d built up running endurance over the years, but ten miles in a little under an hour was pushing it even for him. But hell, how else was he supposed to get that woman out of his head? He figured if he worked himself hard enough, the sweat and burn would make him forget about his stepmother.“Goddammit,” he breathed, still bent over. Though he squeezed his. ’ and the screw walked away. Swearing to himself under his breath he looked across the yard at Roger who was doing squats pumping him self up ready for the scrap. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck.’ One of the brothers stepped forward, ‘What’s wrong?’ ‘I just got word Hartwell is about to start a fight with Manning, isn’t he part of James Balantines firm from North London?’ ‘The fucking bleeder, you want me and the boys to lean on him to stop.’ ‘The man’s a fucking nutter…..too much sap and nowhere to shoot.