40 years later I remember it was"VELVET PURPLE HOTPANTS" shorts down to your crotch and so tight. OMG Itried to run - I was a school football player...at 5'9" and 170 lbs. Butsecurity nailed me, but anyway.Fast forward several decades past a failed marriage, kids, and justcan't find a suitable female partner (some I trust and tell - othersnot). It doesn't matter I think I am destine to be alone. So at 42, Ithrow myself at work and investing and do decently. But I also indulgein closet. I don't even recall her first name: we tend to stick to surnames, eh, Tompkins?"The soldier mildly responded, "Yes, sir."The FBI Agent refused to be put off. "Pay records, sir? Don't you have a record of her final payment, and an address?" Sorry, my dear fellow. Undercover agents have special dispensations; one of which is payment into a numbered bank account. We have no other records of her." That is pretty damn tight security? What justification do you have for that?" Our undercover agents. Looking back up, I pointed to the hillside behind the apartments. ‘Care to watch the sunset with me?’ ***** ‘Shaye, this is really beautiful,’ Thomas whispered to me as we sat on the hillside. I sighed dreamily. ‘It really is.’ Thomas, wrapping me into his arms, pulled me into his warm embrace as the sun slowly slid down over the horizon. ‘Shayla,’ he began. ‘I wish we could be like this forever.’ Nearly caught off guard by his comment, I looked up at him. Genuine contentment was written all. ! After finishing my tea, I just called up my hubby and spoke to him, but never mentioned anything about what happened in the bus. By that time I finished the call with hubby, the bus engine started. I disconnected the call and walked towards the bus. This time, the other driver was standing next to the door..! I guess they would have interchanged their duties..! This driver was a little more matured man, in his 40s, well-built than the other one, was wearing a white shirt and black pants. When.