"Whoa what did you just do?" I said with mild alarm.She gave me a blank look."You just found out I was here, how did you get my file?" I asked.Realiza...ion showed on her face."oh the hive mind? Thats part of our enhancements, we all have this kind of shared access to certain memories and information." She said.I frowned at her."How extensive is it?" I asked.She smiled."Its nothing sinister or anything, we use it for education purposes and information sharing, it has its limits though." She sad. I rolled my eyes at her. I was glad when our server appeared with menus.“Can I get breakfast?” I asked. “I didn’t get home from filming until four this morning.”“Breakfast service stops at 11:30, but let me ask. What can I get you to drink?” she asked.“I’m going to have the yerba mate tea,” I said.“What is yerba mate?” Cindy asked.“It’s a holly found in Central and South America. When I filmed The Royal Palm, which was shot in Cuba, I discovered that they didn’t have Coke products there. They. I could get used to a corporate helicopter. East 34th Street heliport. Teterboro Airport. Corporate jet, another perk I could live with. Reagan National. Black town car.I’m not that familiar with DC. Nor sure where the State Department is. Nor what it looks like. And I wouldn’t find out this trip. We met Mr. Fleetwood in an undistinguished three-story office building in a mixed-use neighborhood in an area I later learned was called Adams Morgan. Northwest part of town.Morgan Fleetwood was as. This made her crazier. After sucking session I tore her blouse buttons with a great force and freed her melons but still it was caught hold by her bra. Now I slightly pinched her both nipples and gently crushed her melons over the bra. After pinching, her bra also met with the same fate like her blouse and threw away both her bra and blouse.She was lying half naked. Now the sucking and crushing sessions of her melons got heavier and she enjoyed it with the same speed and responded greatly..