“That so?” I replied, clearly disinterested in what James thought of my work ethic.She nodded, almost gravely. “Yes. He says it almost like an a...cusation, like you weren’t being conscientious or something.”I grunted, watching the road unfold as we swung around a curve.“Yet,” she continued, “when I noticed that the Complications Report for last year showed you had a significantly lower complications rate and a lower mortality rate than he did, I asked him about it.”I grunted again.“Don’t you. Once more the degree of violence wasn't matched by the noise from the suppressed weapons."Team leader, I think we've cleared the ground floor. Proceed to sweep the sleeping areas with caution," Stevens whispered into his throat mic.They began to move from room to room to check for any other 'Tangos'. Each room held four beds so they had to clear fourteen before they could be sure no further terrorists remained. The two men who had cleared the upper floor looked sheepish and admitted they hadn't. Her only real misgivings now were related to Pastor Hemmings, but there was little likelihood that he would ever say anything, for his position was just as precarious as hers. However, she would be expected to be back in church next week, and that would be awkward, at best.Desirée stood in front of the wall mirror. Yes, her body was lush, creamy-skinned, and perfect, her breasts round and firm like grapefruit, her hips and legs slender, her pussy mound covered with silky, honey-blonde. .. yeah, the view was nice.He blushed when she caught him staring – and then chuffed out a surprised laugh when all she did was wiggle her hips at him, purposefully provocative now, with a wide grin. His own armour grew even more uncomfortable, and he sent a brief prayer of thanks to the Maker that the thick leather would at least disguise that fact.And then, when he bent over and preceded her out of the little cave, she whistled – a loud, obnoxious, appreciative whistle. He laughed, right out.