."He blushed brightly as his mom's words, looking up at her sharply, "M-mom!" She laughed and eyed him with a sly smile, "What? I might be your mom bu... I'm still hot-blooded, in my youth if a boy like you walked into my life I'd have had you stripped down and pushed up against the nearest wall in a heartbeat."His cheeks burned with a crimson and she couldn't help but admit she was enjoying the reaction, so she continued, "Not that I haven't thought about doing that to you anyway, of course.". Her long, straight brown hair was tied in the back. The suit skirt was tight over her slender hips, and the vest gaped to reveal a white blouse and some perky breasts. Her face was to die for, even in the glary fluorescent lights of the entry.I walked up the ramp behind her, trying to look nonchalant, hoping she wouldn't notice me even as I was noticing her. But when we got to the door, she opened it, then held it open for me. I smiled at her then froze when she suddenly said,"Oh Hi, Mr.. .. I am very pleased with the progress of this mission and look forward to its completion after one more stop. I will even be more thankful when we dispose of this device in the diplomatic box because I am tasked to carry it in a false pregnancy stomach. In the next country, because of a change in strategy, both Mira and I will perpetrate the charade... I do not understand why Muslim women subject themselves to the torture of a burka. Yes, I share Dasha’s feelings about this terrible. His hand was shaking so hard the ice in his drink was tinkling against the glass. "You're shaking your scotch like it's a martini, Luke," she said with a wicked smile and a nod toward his trembling hand. "You want me to make you one of those instead, baby?" No, no, this is fine, great," he sputtered, and lifting the glass to his lips he quickly gulped half the contents."Oh my, thirsty boy," she laughed, and then she patted the stool beside her and said, "Come over here and sit beside me, Luke..