"Michelle honey; the FBI have you covered, nothing is going to happento you. The mob doesn't kill police officers; it draws too muchheat," Linda trie... to console her.Linda knew that she was telling a white lie. The mob didn't hit lawenforcement officers but undercover agents were considered fair game.There was currently at least one contract out that she knew about onNYPD Detective Doug LeVein who had infiltrated Paulie Vario's crew inthe Brooklyn. LeVein was currently in Witsec, whereabouts. He sat down on one of the couches and waited for Mj to turn up, admiring some of the pictures on the walls while he did."Hey Pete."He stood and turned to meet the beautiful face and emerald eyed gaze of mary Jane Watson. She was still as beautiful as he remembered. Dark red hair flowing down to her back and her pouty lips covered in red lipstick with a silk green dress on with red heels that clacked on the marble floor as she hugged him long and hard."Its good to see you again, Mj." He murmured. Thankfully the subject changed before I was challenged. I may have done itto show them. They talked about tomorrow night's game for a while. Thetwo finally left after staying about thirty minutes, a short visit byeveryone's standards here."Alright big boy, get on that phone and do it," I said to Kris."It is time to put pride behind me. The worst she can say is no, right?" Or fuck off loser," I laughed.Kris laughed at my humor, grabbed his phone and stepped outside to do hisduty. Kris came back. My clit throbbed between my legs, and I felt a blush creep up my cheeks when I realized how wet I had become in the short time I’d been staring. He grinned at me, and I gulped. If I lost this next one, the next thing to come off would be either my shirt or my pants. And I wasn’t wearing a bra. As we started the next round, nervousness began to give way to excitement, and somewhere after that I stopped caring about winning or losing, or even staying on the track. It was hard enough knowing that.