It was all I could do to hang onto the steering wheel. We were getting close to the college when Britt put me back into my pants. She quickly went fro... acting like my slutty babe to just being my hot babe. I liked her either way as long as she was mine.We went through a drive-through for lunch but supper would be in town after we unloaded our luggage. For that both ladies changed to their more normal classy outfits and made me move my clothing choice up a notch. We went to a nice restaurant.. Then she pulled back. 'I think I need another drink, if you don't mind. There is more to tell.' She said as she picked up her empty glass and gave it to me.I took her glass, and drained mine. I got up and went back to the kitchen and fixed two more drinks.'I am also homeless. I have all our possession in storage, and I have been living at a motel for the last two weeks.' She spoke up as she fidgeted with her fingers.I came back and sat down beside her and set the drinks down on the coffee. PetersonFrom: Flash Flash Red TomatoThe key to decrypt this message has been sent to Thomas Fitzhugh.[several lines of obviously coded message followed]She'd been on this job for nearly three and a half years, and had never gotten a 'Flash Flash Red Tomato' email. It was an emergency message from the White House. She picked up her phone and called Marty Myrowitz, her head computer geek. After calling him to her office, she called Thomas Fitzhugh, her old boss at the FBI.Yes, he could confirm. “Here's your beard, as they say. Your new girlfriend. You did just ask her out on a date.”“To pop her cherry.”“Mmm, what a hot date, right, Pam?”She nodded her head.Clint looked at Pam. “You want that? You want to be my girlfriend?”I saw the interest in his dark eyes as he stared at Pam. I had seen him looking at Pam. In fact, there were times I was a little jealous of the attention he gave her, and other times I wanted the three of us to do things. Friday night, when Clint asked me if I was.