She stamped her foot and looked around. "I was hoping I could talk to someone that just didn't fawn over him or hate his guts. I need to know what thi... guy's really like." Is there s-something wrong?" Cassie's voice faltered when an icy breeze swirled around her. Her next breath overwhelmed her with the musty, stale smell of age.The girl smirked. "You know, maybe not. I could be worried over nothing. I thought it was kinda weird that Jerry wanted him along this afternoon, but--" Jerry? Oh, was. "They have an operative inside. They want to make sure that we will not endanger him, before they release the information."I had another one of those bad feelings about Vlad. I wondered who in the FBI could be speaking Russian to Vlad. I didn't say anything. What I did was to ask, "How long will it take to get the Intel?" Two or three days. then they will come back with a name and location. After that we need to come up with a plan." They have somebody inside working, but we need to come up. What would happen if the person said no, and then talked about being hit up? Or worse still, if he were to lose his job over it?Rob thought casual would be the best approach. He and Mandy were cleaning up the same table when he said, “How come you are single? You could have every man here tonight if you wanted.” Mandy looked a little surprised. “I don’t do men. Besides you are a married man. What would your wife say if she knew you asked to sleep with me?” “Oh no. It is not what you think. My. "DAVIS, DERISSA." From her seat rose a girl who had just turned 18 just before Spring Break that March.This was Derissa Davis. She stood a good 5'6" tall and was blessed by her genetics with a voluptuous figure. Her red ceremonial toga hid her bountiful E-cup breasts. Her active life had given her a little gift of slender arms, toned thighs and legs as well as a flat, tone and smooth belly. Her waist was a healthy narrow as expected of her hourglass figure but her hips were wide, nice and.