Bond. While I have the utmost respect for all that your father did during his years with us, I want you to know up front that I always thought James B...nd was too high-profile to be an effective spy. A good spy enters—‘ ‘unobtrusively, gets the job done quietly, and leaves without anyone knowing he or she was ever there.’ ‘Very good, Ms. Bond. I see you were listening to your instructors at the Academy. You know, we never had an academy to train our operatives when we started. Maybe that’s why. I was crying with the tears streaming downmy face, and my hands were shaking so bad, I tried to take a drink of mysoda that I could not hold it to my mouth.She started to apply a light pink blush to my cheeks, saying you need alittle color to your face. Then a little white eye shadow just below thebrow line, a light coat of brown mascara and a light pink lip stick. Shelooked over her makeup job, saying that's better.How for the final touch, she said to herself taking a blonde wig off afoam head. I'm beginning to believe that being shot was worth it. Believe it, hell, I'm positive of it.The sisters, following Diana's instructions, had already programmed the shower to the temperature they liked. "Us," Bobby said to activate the shower. Stepping under the spray of water, they turned back to face him. "Oops," they said as they saw the look on his face."Remember," Sandra added with a giggle, "you said you wanted to wait for vaginal penetration until we're married." I've been known to make. She checked herself in the mirror and adjusted the hem of her dress. It had ridden up from the last man she had been dancing with, whether it was from his hands pulling it up or from her pushing into his groin she could only guess. She opened her purse and put on another spray of perfume and a clean coat of lipstick before leaving the room. Her thirst was getting the best of her so she ordered another vodka, and turning to go find another dance parter she ran into a tall man. "Oh shit I am.