She's on her feet and so am I, but neither of us is close enough to the gun. Mentally I kick myself, SHE was the agent we were looking for in the club... I'd been relieved, and was only looking for a good time, and now my fellow agent was back at the club looking for the assassin I'd just slept with!"Oh, this is too rich, we're both in the same business?" she laughs, but there is no humour in it, she will kill me, or I will kill her. I don't plan on dying tonight."There's a difference, you kill. " I can see why?" Francine said. "So how did it end?"After three hours, my legs were killing me. People were drenching mewith beer and my platform was getting slippery. I was terrified that Iwas going to fall.Finally, someone led off the platform. It was then I realized that I wasonly about six-inch or so off the ground. I was led through the crowd.They stopped and people posed for pictures with me. They told me tosmile. They then led me to the front of the house and took off myblindfold.Only. "No, you were just sniffing them weren't you?" "No! I was..." "Stroking them against your cheeks." "Well, yes," I said lamely. Sandra picked the panties up and moved round the desk. Holding them up on the tips of her manicured nails. She slipped her hand inside them and then lay her palm against my cheek. "Stroking them back and forth, up and down, so slowly and so softly," she whispered, describing her actions. "Dreaming of wearing them." "No!" I gasped. "I think you were Andy." "No!". I decided that the only way I was going to find out was to follow them and actually catch them in the act.I made arrangements with my boss to change my work hours so I could leave work an hour earlier for a couple of weeks. I drove over to where Edith worked and parked where I could see her car and then I waited. The first two nights she drove straight home. The third night she drove to a local lounge and went inside. Ten minutes later Art drove up, parked and went inside. It was two hours.