She pulled out the shiny black swimsuit from her drawer and brought it to the android, he sensed what she wanted him to do and lifted his right foot. ...he was impressed that the android was already linking her thoughts to his and this made her much more assured. The android stepped into both legs and she pulled the spandex up over his calves, thighs, hips – she made sure the black fabric fitted and stretched around his large balls and pushed his thick penis upwards so it kept in place. She then. She bought herself a new bathing suit. It was a flimsy and revealing bikini.While in the shop she had seen through the front window a girl come out of a bar across the highway. Next her husband Howard and his father and brother came out and they followed the girl up a set of stairs to a motel room.Reba did not need any one to draw her a picture, she knew what that was.The rented condo was the same one as last year, she had no trouble finding it.The kids were fighting and shouting and the t.v.. “I’m sure you are aware,” she began, “that schools and school faculty are mandated reporters, and that we have an obligation to disclose to proper authorities sexual matters involving underage students here.” Yes, I know that,” I replied. “Good,” she continued. “Brenda and Francine have told me Marcia is already 18, so her conduct in such matters is no concern of ours. When Marcia enrolled, her counselor and I were made aware of her nymphomania, and of your promise to her dad to make sure. Anyway, we made our own beds there, so don't feel guilty." He smoothed a hand over her back. "Talked to your ... friend a little."Nerves were starting to get the better of her, though she had no doubt she'd be safe. After all, having Jet, Tony, and Tim surrounding her, protecting her, how could she feel otherwise? No, it was the responsibility of not blowing the op, of not putting the men's lives in danger, of pulling her weight that she was getting nervous about. Maybe I should talk to Ziva.