She flickered her tongue inside his mouth. He lay her back against the pillows, whispering into her ear, ‘I don’t want this to end, ever…’ Jus... then, someone pounded on the door. They heard Lisa’s voice, ‘Rick, open the damn door. I know you didn’t mean what you said. Open the door and we can talk. You’re making a mistake.’ Rick fumbled with the buttons on Shannon’s top. He locked his eyes on hers before saying, ‘Lisa, we’re over. I told you that. I’m sick of all the shit you do to me. I’m. She's always had a calming affect on me, but after she agreed and we hung up, the screaming in my head returned. I pushed the thoughts of last night aside and carried on with my day as best I could.That evening I drove by our place to pick her up. As she got into the car, her perfume hit me. I've always loved that perfume."You look really great, babe," I said. She was wearing a simple black dress and heels. It showed a little cleavage but in a classy way. We drove to the hotel and I explained. She had changed from her businesswoman's tailored suit to a tight sweater and a mini skirt, for Monica rather sexy apparel. I could see her breasts push out and sag into the sweater's support in the most seductive curves -- could it be she wasn't wearing a brassiere? Then her nipples showed in profile, and I knew she wasn't."Are you going out like that, Monica?" I tried to ask casually.But she knew what I meant. She shook her shoulders at me and her breasts bobbed up and down deliciously. "Just. Sleeping with two beautiful women, both entering the heightened part of their sexuality was almost as satisfying as enjoying their sexuality.Now my sleep was interrupted in a way that insured that rest would elude me for the rest of the night, if not much longer. The search for traitors was successfully maddening. We’d track down one certain spy and their interrogation would lead us to two, or more spies, but those we caught never really gave us enough to track the master spies and eliminate.