“I’d love to be able to do that, Lynette, but John said he’ll only deal with me. Don’t worry, I’m more than happy to broker the trade myself...”Lynette’s eyes narrowed as she studied the Vice-Admiral. “Is that right? How fascinating...”He nodded and spread his hands wide in a helpless gesture. “It must be because of all those years of service together on the Invictus. A man develops a special bond with a fellow officer when they’ve served for that length of time - just like you and me, Lynette. I. When he bites, he does not like to let go.“Thanks, Catherine, that’s helpful. Sounds as if I should read up the Company Manual about working with dangerous dogs, huh?”“Scott, I am glad DC has not damaged your sense of humour!”The Set Up: Oil on the Wheels of Justice?“May I speak with Lester Brown please?”“This is Agent Lester Brown speaking...”“Agent Brown, good morning. My name is Agent Scott Anderson, speaking to you from CIA, Langley.”“I see,” replies Brown with a slight falling intonation. It had become a standing joke between us. This night I could tell Terry wanted someone else along who might maintain a modicum of common sense and maybe keep him out of trouble, so I said ok.We'd hit a disco that catered to German teenagers and not much older US servicemen. Within a half-hour the rest of the guys were bombed. The German beers were half liter each and had alcohol content between 6 and 12 percent. Down four of those like they were Coors or Millers and you'd be shit faced. Andy. She had the feeling someone was watching her. But Mary was asleep, and no one else lived nearby; the nearest house was miles away. Allison shrugged, and moved to another seat, where a jet was perfectly positioned to blow water right at her pussy.Allison moaned as the water massaged her clit. She picked up the wine bottle and poured a glass. She sipped at it as she sat there, closing her eyes and relaxing. She let her hand slide down to start fingering herself. She moaned and started going.