“The problems with the first and seconds generations are behind us now. We just need a few more field tests with the third generations and then we s...ould be ready to present the armor to the Alliance and move along our contract.”“Excellent,” Demarius says with a nod. “What about our coroner? I know the body count has increased considerably recently. Can she still be relied upon?”“That is what Narcisa is determining now,” Bryan answers as he looks at his watch. “In fact, she should be back soon. “I- I- uh, wasn’t staring or anything,” I lied.“It’s alright if you were. I was hoping you would make the first move,” she says seductively. She takes off her jacket and lowers her top slightly, just enough for me to see the top of her bra. I look around nervously, trying to avoid her gaze, and notice something. Everyone else on the train is slowly moving to another person. Biting their lips, squirming in their seats, getting red and flustered. Like somehow everyone on the train is getting. Sarah was waiting for me at a quiet table by the window looking as ever stunningly made up and with a drink already on the table. We chatted away as usual, playing footsie and generally teasing and flirting, until Sarah said 'There's something I'd like you to do for me this evening', and then pushed my a camera over the table. 'Oh, and by the way, under my coat I'm starkers!'Sarah outlined her plan for the evening. We would leave the pub after dark, and then we would go for a walk around the. I forgot about that. I just ... holy shit! Sit on this side of the table. This is your lucky day.”“What?” I asked as I moved around beside her.“Look at that.”“Christ! Are those yoga pants or just pantyhose?” My eyes went straight to Joan, the shapely blonde who had a new boyfriend every week. I wondered if she could possibly live up to her advertising. Her Friday yoga pants were pretty much sheer. “Is she even wearing underwear?”“Yeah. You can see the butt floss sticking out above her waistband.