.They stepped forward. Raising slender hands to the glass, they found aarray of rich, blue nails before they touched the glass. The glass wasreal, the...hands were real and, to much abhorrence, she was real to...Stepping back as lips trembled, hands still raised, eyes grew even wideras they realised the utter truth of the reflection.Standing in the drooping and ill fitting clothes of Vincent Dell, was agirl. Smaller and slender, she was not voluptuous but still gifted witha rich figure which rose. Would come through the port of Halifax and be moved about the continent by the Russian Mafia. The material would we delivered to several distribution points, and the terrorists would take over from there. The goods headed to the USA would be moved by truck through New England to the distribution points. Boris didn't know where these distribution points were, and he did not know what was to be done in Canada. That information would have to come from somebody else, maybe the boss.The Boss was. Sue and the twins (who had behaved impeccably all evening, giving no indication of their true relationship with me) kissed me decorously on the cheek and I gave George a firm manly handshake. He gave me a long look that was even more gratifying than the previous one: not only did it speak of a horrible, yearning, hopeless envy but also a grudging yet powerful respect. ‘Goodnight, James,’ he said. ‘You’re a lucky man. I never knew how lucky until tonight.’ ‘Goodbye, George.’ It sounded final. I can’t imagine what would happen if our dad found out. We’d probably be out on the streets before I could say ‘daddy why don’t you join us?’ “Me too, little sis.” Cassie is always calling me the little sister, even though she’s only 3 minutes older than me. “Now let’s see what you have on under here…” She’s in between my legs, sliding my shorts off. “Ahh, lacy panties? Mmm Cassie likes.” She licks her lips and slides my panties off. She runs her index finger over my already wet slit. “Well.