Why so formal? You know that I'm ... retired, yet you insist on calling me 'Major.'"Fisher ignored his question; instead she said, "Sir, I want to go ...n this mission. I know I'm young, but I finished college early and the FBI recruited me. I had no idea they had any use for an anthropologist, and maybe they didn't. I guess I'll never know, because I only worked for the FBI for a little over a year before my boss called me in. First thing I knew, I was working for an organization that doesn't. She giggled like a college girl and I realized that my wrists were cuffed to the rack I had walked past.“What the fuck…?”“Now, now.”“Laurie…what the fuck are you doin’?”“Language!” she bellowed. The expression on her face changed. She switched from girl-having-fun to strict schoolmarm in a heartbeat. “This is my home and I won’t have you spewing that foul language. And it’s Miss Laura now.”I sighed and rolled my eyes. Mistake.Laurie, now Miss Laura, I guess, snatched a riding crop from its. Hewas about 25, tall, fit, muscled and tanned. He'd caught his towel in thedoor when I'd pulled him in which mean he was as naked as me and he wasstood no more than six inches away and eating me up with his eyes. As helooked lower he didn't seem to be able to take his eyes off my nippleswhich I'd noticed seemed to be growing and tightening under his gaze.My eyes were roving over his sculpted chest, but they couldn't help butnotice the twitching that was going on below it. I don't know why. ” Sheila changed her voice from slightly alto to a nasal falsetto as she mimicked a grade-school teacher from Hell.The Colfax Avenue Debacle, as I found out later, was a legendary fuck-up of epic proportions. Several years after the founding of the colony, a “secret” resupply mission landed on the front pages of the Denver Post.Divine intervention from the Airbag Gods prevented any serious injury when a wrong turn down a one-way street put the convoy on a collision course with the Denver Fire.