She was wearing a white tennis style skirt and a white sports bra. She sat on the bed and he steped out of frame. I could tell they where talking but ... didn't have the sound on the DVR connected . Then in walked an older gentleman with graying hair wearing a business suit. He was facing my wife as she sat on the bed, she pulled up her legs so that her tennis shoes where on flat on the bed, this opened the little pleated tennis skirt for him to see. It was still down far enough that I couldn't. "I know I said I would do this but I also think you are going wayoverboard for a simple Halloween party." Okay Jack. I'll be completely honest with you. As you already know,since I was promoted to the executive offices I have had to vastlyimprove the quality of my wardrobe and upgrade my appearance. Last yearwas the first time we were invited to the annual Halloween party and Ididn't realize just how much the quality of the costumes mattered. Our"over the counter" pirate and barmaid costumes. We knew this group of Mer had hostages in the bottom floor lobby. We had to make sure the rest of the building was empty since they claimed to have a bomb. We took out four more Mer on the way down, always before they could shoot one of us.When we entered the lobby I went left and stunned two Mer by a window. The team stunned six more before the Mer leader stepped out of the small crowd of hostages. He held up and hand device, "now you have killed every..."I saw the flip switch still covered. He slowly walked around her, keeping to the shadows, eyes always upon her. His thoughts fluttered and danced, thinking up the things that might teach her, casting them aside as quickly, only to think up something else. He stopped circling in front of her, hands behind his back, his voice bordering on a growl as he spoke, "Look at Me." She flinched visibly at His voice, her head jerking up slightly, her tear filled eyes rising slowly toward his. She dared not speak, dared not plead forgiveness..