I found the gusset in them to be too stiff for comfort, and much preferred the normal open girdle with a pair of comfortable knickers. Even with those...I preferred the modern short legged version, called French Knickers to the long legged version known as Bloomers. As mother was buying me those things, I really didn't have too much to say about it. Mother drove me up to London the week before I was to start work, to help me find a place to live. I found a room in a boarding house for women in. The town doctor was solicitous to her position, but his judgment was not to be questioned. Jessica was staying, whether she liked it or not.She was ensconced in a room at the home of the Widow McGillacuddy. It was located just outside of town. It used to be a working ranch, until Mr. McGillacuddy died. Lucille was friendly enough and insisted on getting Jessica out of bed and out into the fresh air. Jessica spent the days in a comfortable chair on the wide front porch of the McGillacuddy's. I wasn't at all worried about having Jeremy for a neighbor at the cabin. He knew the worst of my secret. There was nothing he could find out any worse."You want me to install your gun rack in the truck while I'm here?" he asked."Don't let the boobs fool you, I think I can handle it," I explained using my new favorite line."Well, I did kind of tell Alice I was coming to help you, so if you don't mind," he explained."Okay, I'll get it," I said. It was a rack like the ones almost every pickup. My real name is Nicole Heurgot; but I'm Agency."Ethan eyes fluttered violently of their own volition. His hand went instinctively to the Colt laying reassuringly behind his back, but Nicole urged him:"No, no. I mean I'm CIA. Please, that's not necessary. Really, we're in this together. I really am Andy's wife. It's just too darn complicated. He doesn't really know who I work for. Never did. In a way, I am to blame for what's happened to him."She looked downcast, glancing at Andy, waiting for.