I twirl a strand of hair nervously as I always do and take a step. I see you and my body screams at me "fuck, Cassidy run!" and I swear I have to stop...the brain messages halfway down my spinal cord that would complete that command. I take a few more steps and I'm spinning. I meet your eyes for the first time in my life and my heart leaps and I hold my hand to catch it as not to lose it. I then walk the remaining steps to where you are. You stand in what seems to be our own little universe and I. It was his attire. He’d been dressed utterly casual, in a sport coat, checkered shirt, blue jeans and top-siders – without socks. A man was sitting in the lobby of an upscale downtown hotel, apparently waiting for a meeting of some sort, and he looked completely at ease, totally without pretense, dressed in clothes he was comfortable in. There had been something else, too, once she put her mind to it. He’d had two of most dazzling eyes she had ever seen on a man. As the taxi slowed at her. " Dad had it put in when they were here more often. It has been sitting for quite a while, but when I saw how stressed you were, I happened to remember it was here. I wasn't sure if it would work, but the pump and heater came on just fine." Lets get changed and get in."Greg shook his finger at her. "There is a rule that no suits are allowed in the tub. Just the one you were born with."Mandy looked around. "But couldn't the neighbors see in?" Nope. That is why there is the high wall around the. .. you weren't a girl. Did they really want a guy behind the wheel of the Goodbye Girls? Even as appreciative as you were for the pay raise, the paid relocation, and all of the other many perks a group like CEDIT could offer, you felt a sense of anxiousness... Perhaps too much time in the spy business had just made you mistrusting, but the whole assignment smelled fishy.Your pocketed laminate badge named you as Nathaniel Speck, a field agent for CEDIT with an impressive mission record in.