” Ian did as he was told. Karl marveled at how obedient Ian could be. “I heard about this parlor game. We team up, Americans versus the British,...and we must answer easy questions about the other side of the pond. Points are awarded for correct answers. We can trade them in for whatever each of us writes down as Rewards. Each team gets a Brit and a Yank.” Karl pointed to the trashcan. “Christine, what is that?” “A trashcan? No, a waste basket? Circular file?” All wrong Christine guesses. . "Are you going to leave it there?" she asked, looking around at the crowded living room. In addition to a couch and two chairs, there was a stack of the clothes we had brought in from the trailer the day before, some of it Shirley's and some of it mine. Our golf clubs had found a place in the kitchen."There's not going to be enough room in the bedroom. Besides, I don't want Charlie coming in there to use my computer."The apartment really wasn't very big. I had chosen the bedroom at the rear. My CIA opposites and I engaged in some friendly ear-pulling. They tried to recruit me, I tried to recruit them. I spoke to some graduate students in technology, passed out business cards in case they wanted to contact me. You know how the game is played. You taught me how.’ ‘In my day, spies did not distribute business cards. I am afraid you are playing a different game by new rules.’ ‘Welcome to the NBA, my friend.’ The dribble of strange Americanisms made Lev’s temples throb. He made a mental. Excited to see how they looked, Shelby and Jennie made their way over to the side of the room where there was a wall mirror. Their perky and naked boobs jiggled slightly as they walked over.“Wow, we do kind of look hot,” Shelby smiled as the two of them turned and looked at their bare behinds in the mirror.“Just imagine a couple of black guys seeing us in these.” Jennie bent forward a bit, making her soft breasts hang down as she arched her butt up in the air.“Let’s wear them.” The sheer.