These beds are dreadful.”“Tell me about it,” James replied as he turned to greet her. “I felt like I was laying on a slab of granite.”He ste...ped back toward the bed and offered his hand to her.“Stiffness aside, how are you feeling Mistress?”She took his hand and stood from the pitiful bunk, her leather boots hitting the floor with loud taps and her lungs filling with air as her dark hair flowed outward. She pressed her body against him immediately, her hands caressing his sides and back as she. Then she measured from their waist to the ground, instructing them to hold to top of the measure. No sooner had she scribbled down the measurement than her hand was manoeuvring the measure between their legs. Her index finger rested on each girl's crutch whilst it held the measure. The side of her knuckle seemed to rest naturally between each girls' exposed labia. Each girl gave out a light gasp but before they could say a word, move or complain the hand was whisked away. Next she was standing. It was unlocked. He walked through the house and found her lying in a lounge chair by the pool, wearing a robe and reading a book. Tom realized that this was the first time he had seen her in anything other than the business-casual clothes she usually wore around patients. Since she knew he was coming over, he thought she might be coming on to him by not putting more clothes on. Oh no, he shuddered, not Peggy too.She invited him to sit in the chair next to her. She asked him to tell her. People came and went, as you would expect, mail was delivered, all the normal things that would take place in an office. To anyone who wasn't absolutely sure what they were looking for it was a perfectly normal building, in a perfectly normal part of the city.But normal buildings and normal neighborhoods don't warrant a heroine keeping vigil for 18 hours straight, concealed on a rooftop. This was exactly what Seren Starr, better known to the city as Starlight, had been doing, and her patience.