” “No need, it’s a lovely warm morning.” The table was already laid, sparkling white linen and silver cutlery. John was at the outdoor stove... with his back to me. I paused to admire his lovely arse, powerful dimpled buttocks with his bollocks hanging down between. Mmmmm. Breakfast was wonderful, scrambled eggs and smoked salmon on toast, with Bucks Fizz. “Spend some time in the sun. There are plenty of books and mags around, and the papers have arrived. I’ll sun screen you if you like.” I. “I like your colour,” I said. “It doesn’t make any difference. Actually, it does,” I corrected. “There are sexy women of all colours and nationalities. But… ”The rest of that line was 'a sexy black woman is the sexiest of all', but I regretted using the word sexy in the first place, in case she thought I really was some kind of fetishist who was turned on by her ethnicity rather than her personality. Which was partly true.“But what?”“I’m sorry,” I blundered, “I shouldn’t have said you were. It had "U.S. Treasury, Smith" and my picture. The badge looked pretty much like the Top Secret ones I had on the mission. I quickly put the high security badge back in the security case. The US Treasury one went on a lanyard she gave me to store it between my vest and body armor.I pulled on my backpack and grabbed the helmet she held out for me before I followed her back out of the room. We had missed whatever briefing they had been having about their mission. As soon as we got over to their. There was a purse and some clothes on the floor of her living room. I entered cautiously and closed the door behind me while asking in a loud voice, "Anybody home?"The clothes seemed to be a pair of tank tops, sweatpants and skimpy gym shorts. One of them was my girlfriend's night shirts, while the other looked like a sports bra that I didn't recognize, but matched the gym shorts. Then I heard a moan from the bedroom. I hope she's not sick.As I stepped into the doorway I was stopped dead.