"Hard to believe," she said, glancing down at Laura's long, willowy, model's legs. "I'd give anything for long legs like that."Laura blushed. "Listen ...o us," she giggled. "I hope nobody can hear us. Look, my name is Laura." Sholandra. I've heard all about you." Really?"God, what has she heard? Laura wondered.As they left the restroom together, Laura leaned closer, and found her head filled with ethereal perfume, mingled with the fresh, marvelous odors of Sholandra's body and hair. She felt. At the same time, the FBI was assigned intelligence and counter-intelligence in the Western Hemisphere. So the agents of both organizations ran amok through Central and South America, spending as much time spying and interfering with each other as they did fighting the Nazis. I guess they can’t be blamed. Neither J. Edgar Hoover nor ‘Wild Bill’ Donovan liked to come in second place in anything. I had been recruited into the OSS when it was still officially the ‘Coordinator of Information’. I had no other options. I was going to have to go next door with my tail between my legs and talk Larry into letting me use his washer and dryer one last time. This was going to be more than a little humiliating, even for someone with as little pride as I have left.We gathered up all of the dirty clothes and separated them into three loads in the living room. Then I went next door and knocked timidly on Larry's door.He came to the door and looked at me through the screen door. When he saw that. "Go ahead son," she said with a wave. "They're in there".I gave her a wave back and let out a sigh. Shit, sounds like Ray hascompany. Well, I came all this way.I went to go knock on the front door and it creaked open at my touch. Thehouse was quiet and empty so I called out, "Ray?"No answer. I slowly walked the long hallway back to his room and slowly andsurely I could hear the unmistakable sounds of sex -- the rhythmicpounding, bed squeaking and little high pitched yelps.I stopped dead in my.