This girl was different.“I’m Alexis,” she declared just before she slid her arm around my waist.I was in a quandary. I could either return the g...sture or have my hand rest on her ass. I looked to Dayton but he was just shaking his head at me and grinning. I put my hand on Alexis’s bare shoulder and shifted to try to open some distance between us. She just shifted with me as she lifted the phone in the air and took a picture. I started to shift away but she stopped me again.“You weren’t. It wasn't going after the bad guys but the leaving afterwards. I told Wendy that I understood though didn't like people not listening but that I never planned to push good sense on anyone. I told her that I would rather not have friends than have friends who don't think before jumping into a situation.She responded that we sort of jumped into our relationship. I agreed but it was only us and we didn't jump so much as move quickly toward what we realized we both wanted.She agreed.We concentrated. (I never got used to the civvy way of having breakfast after getting to work).After breakfast it was my turn to drive. The only other vehicle I had ever driven, other than the driving school’s car, was my Citroen Ami 8, (the model up from a 2CV) with a powerful 602cc engine and a dash-mounted gear lever. Not surprisingly, I felt somewhat uneasy sat high up in the cab behind the large steering wheel and floor-mounted gear stick of the Bedford.I drove carefully out of the Sorting Office car park.. I wondered too what acts she had undertaken the previous week when she had partnered Bill and Lucy together.Caroline knelt before me and beamed up at me. She was attractive in a woman-next-door way and had a kindly face. A clip at the back of her head held her hair up. Her face almost had an innocence about it; an innocence betrayed by her being knelt, topless, before me, with her squashy, ample breasts swaying as she got into position.Her apparent innocence was shattered too by her explicit,.