At length he finished and I sensed his presence in the bedroom. I opened my eyes but stayed quiet, watching him. Clad only in pajama bottoms he was a ...east for the eyes, every bit as handsome as I had had remembered from the previous night. He strolled about the room, stopping from time to time to examine the photos and art that hung on the walls. Most of them had sexual themes, some more explicit than others. A few were of my own creation, culled from various sources and flavored with my own. . is this the right address?"I blink trying to compose myself, trying to stop my heart beating like ahammer, "Y.. yes, please.. bring it in."He looks down at me and I feel the colour rush back into my cheeks, and Iremember myself enough to back rise from the curtsy and step back to leadhim in, my skirt swishing as I do so.I turn back once were in the living room, aware that his eyes areconstantly scanning my body, but flick away when my gaze nears his.. seemslike he's as nervous as I am.He. They must be doing something special in Cheyenne to have security that tight.As soon as we set down in Cheyenne, a follow-me truck pulled in front of us and led us to the operations building. There, a handful of Air Force Air Police came out to the aircraft to greet me. A young lieutenant asked for our IDs, then took them to his vehicle to call us in. When he came back he said, "Why did you use a different number to land this time? The number you gave us before wasn't from the Marshal Service,. After we finished our daily recap, Bob asked, "So you two knew each other before Britt came to DC?"I was not going to say anything. He was Shawna's boyfriend, so I let her say as much or as little as she wanted.She said, "We met one time in New York a few years ago. I had just finished shopping, and had pulled up to our apartment and was getting out of the cab, when Britt came up to me and asked if I needed any help with my bags."Bob said, "That was a nice thing to do, helping out a.