She's solved more cases in half a year than I did in a year when I was just starting out—before I joined the FBI. But then things between us got a b...t intense and she kissed me. She ACTUALLY kissed ME. I don't know how or WHY but the only thing I ever did was give her advise on men as well as music that would 'calm' her. But all I can think of now is her malicious curves, those perky tits/ass, and those big, round gray eyes that seem to be watching me everywhere I go. "How old are. . whatever that thingabob’s called.”“iPlayer, Nan,” Art grinned. Nan wasn’t good with technical terminology, despite her computer maintenance skills. He had to admit, she was a whizz repairing the old PC that Dad always promised to fix but never did. She’d even upgraded its operating system, RAM and video card to run the latest games. Brilliant was Nan, but knew nothing about tuning TVs or the DVD. Perhaps she’ll do a TV course next year; she did several courses at once: keeping her brain. "Tom," he cautioned, "that'll put too much strain on your body. It can't handle all these changes in such a short time period." I think I have a way of reducing the strain. I going to goupstairs and meditate until it's time. My body should berecovered by then." It's risky," Steve warned."It's the only way," I shot back. "I'm guessing that they canstill track me as long as I have parts of this modified body. This means I have to turn myself completely into Tom McClainbefore I leave. It's going. She was hot and obviously turned on by the music, but I couldn’t bring myself to such displays in public. ‘Hmmm, it’s been so long,’ I said. ‘Care to take this home for the night?’ I nibbled her neck and down behind her ear, waiting for her response. ‘I was wondering if you were going to ask, ‘ she replied, digging her nails into my thigh when I touched a particularly sensitive spot. I leaned back, nibbled her ear, and invited her to spend the night so we could explore these feelings more. She.