He tapped my hood with the fingers of one hand and glanced at the engine badging and the ruined tire, then came around to the driver’s window and pu... a hand on the roof. He had to bend a long way down to look through the window at me, nearly squatting on his haunches, and I met his eyes. Narrow and penetrating under light brows, they looked strangely acid green, but that was probably a trick of the fading light, I thought. Their gaze held mine through the glass for a long moment, then moved. But I treasured my thoughts of her, my remembrances and my fantasies. I glanced at my watch and decided to stop in the crowded coffee shop for a moment. I had carefully planned our schedule so that our flights would arrive in the same concourse and allow me to be one of the very few actually waiting at the gate for her arrival because everyone else would have to wait for people outside of the security screening. I knew it was too early to just be standing around. I stopped at the concourse. She looked up her address and copied it down. At 10pm, she put on her cat burglar suit, d****d her knapsack over her shoulder and discretely exits the apartment.Getting her car from the valet, she then drives to 905 Loma Vista Dr, Beverly Hills, CA ; the Greystone Mansion.She parks a couple houses away in the dead of night in the shadows between the street lights. Wearing her all black catwoman suit and watch cap, she scales the rear of the mansion via the drain pipe for the gutter thing on. His hand reached the other drawstring. And the buzzing? That was Simon. I couldn’t quite see what he was doing. Ted pressed in a bit more then, surprisingly, withdrew his hand completely, examining his forefinger which was very moist.“You’ll like this,” Martin told me. “It’ll give you a buzz.”I was buzzing already. “Will it?”Martin gave an almost imperceptible nod. Ted looked down, watching Simon getting ready. The buzzing grew a little louder and then I felt vibrations through my briefs on my.