She pulled up her T shirt as I pushed my face in between them. Her hand reached between my legs, touching me on top of my layer of clothing. She sighe... and said, "I want to taste you." Those choice of words still resonant now. No woman, even man had ever spoken these words to me. I whispered that we should go lie on the bed and hoped to resume this in a softer, more comfortable space. Then, the most erotic thing happened. Sweet words emerged from her lips saying how beautiful my body was, how. We ventured to the truck stop several times each day just to check on things.I looked over the intel intercepts several times a day. General Bashir was still posting so much I began to wonder if they knew we were listening and feeding us misinformation. But then there were the other sources we were using to double check as much as we could, said the same.One of those things was the Paris subway system. Louis Boucher - the commander of the French police we were working with - was sending the EIT. " Touché," I agreed, all true, although I did want my teams to win, I had school spirit. "So you don't really care about our school?" I asked, already having some good blackmail evidence, but wanting more."I do, but only in the sense that it pads my resumé," she shrugged. "You see? You and I aren't much different." Oh," I smiled, "but we're very different. Thanks for the chat, and please let me know how my dance suggestion goes."As I'd anticipated, according to Kimberly who's on the SRC, she. I kept running escape fantasies through my head, but I was obviously no match for Chip and had no idea where to run even if I did manage a lightning spring away from his grasp. And if I hadn't been able to convert Chip before by the power of sweet reason, I was pretty sure a few whispered insights now weren't going to do the trick. So while I was pretty sure I wasn't going to like where we were going, I didn't really see a way to extricate myself from the party.We walked for the better part of.