Her short black dress had risen up on her legs enough that the lacy top of her black thigh highs started to show. I put my hand on her knee and slowly...rubbed her leg as we made small talk with Owen. I slowly began to rub her thigh higher and higher as we talked, and Owen was watching intently. She made no attempt to stop my hand, so I continued. As I reached the top of her thigh high stocking, I began moving my hand under her dress. "Honey," she said, "what are you doing, don't you know that we. She then used a crayon, pencil, pen, and marker to make a circle with a line. Taking a white piece of a dress shirt, she pushed it against part of the screen. Pulling it away showed that where she pressed it transferred to the shirt, and that section of the screen was now clean. Using a latex glove, she put her hand on the device. All the stuff under where she touched was now on the glove.Before leaving the room, she put on nitrile gloves, picked up a container of cleaning wipes, took a sealed. The conclusion in this report was inescapable: there were aliens swimming loose in Antarctic waters. The damned things were swimming in the American sector, right there at McMurdo base.There were very few gray areas in the Director's sphere of understanding, and this one was crystal clear in his mind. Aliens in American-dominated waters were a threat to national security. And any such threat must be neutralized or eliminated.Julie Christie had gathered a significant quantity of sonar and. So I got dressed in my favorite Red and cream lace bra and matching thong, threw on jeans and a tank top and headed out. Once at the bar I grabbed a beer as well as took a shot of tequila (I knew that I would need the numbing feeling it gives me with in the next few hours). I spotted the person I was there to see and headed over. As I walked up to him I saw him look me up and down and take a deep breath. My jeans looked damn near painted on making my ass look amazing and my legs look long. My.