Rather useful, in fact.”In our basement Lair, The McGovern had me in one hand, Froggy in the other, working -- with her favorite vanilla lubricant -... her up-and-down magic, “You weren’t nervous, Brewster?”“Au contrary, bon ami. Professionality, you know.”“Gosh, I’m ever so proud. How did the Q and A go?”“Swimmingly.” Then — Tell The Truth being the personal Birdie Motto — I added, “I let Ms. Sloane handle that part. She’s young and needed the experience.”Trish glanced at me, but just. On the other hand, he was a sight to behold also. The eye is immediately drawn to the bright blue latex of the mini-dress he wore. It hugged his curves, revealing all his secrets. A corset could be imagined running from hips to breast. Pulled excruciatingly tight, coaxing some feminine curves. Four garters could be plainly seen, supporting the jet-black stockings which descended from the beneath the dress, for a few inches before disappearing into thigh high leather boots, perched upon five. “What’s wrong?” Tempest asked.“Shh!” Pua shushed. “They’re near.”Vennoa squinted her eyes and looked ahead, but all she could see was the streaks of rain coming down on an endless, muddy road.“I don’t see anything,” Tempest said. “Are you sure there’s something there?”Pua nodded. “They’re there, I can sense it.”Agate added, “He’s right, there’s something up ahead.”Pua smiled at Agate. “This one is capable. The rest of you are not.”“So what’s the plan?” Fender asked.“They don’t know we’re here. But they had to do something. Hence hiring an outside contractor. Mr. Antonin was expendable from their point of view.”C: “Nice people, these spy boys.”G: “Some aren’t so bad. Some are worse. MI6 is usually somewhere in the middle.”She took her robe into the shower and came out, washed and mostly dried in five minutes.C: “So where do we start?”G: “The bomb. If they are going to smuggle a nuclear bomb into South Africa, it has to come by ship. That could be from Casablanca or Rabat or Tunis..