Last night had been late, for both of them. Sleep had not been quick in coming, in either of their rooms. Still, their anxiety to get home, and to see...one another, had awakened them, before their wake up calls had come in. Maggie sat close, leaning on Mike's shoulder, with her hand in his lap, holding his hand. The sound of the engine lulled her to sleep, and she slumped against him. Her hand lost it's grip on his, and lolled in his lap. He put both hands on the wheel, and tried to concentrate. "Fresh cream, whipped cream or pussy cream?"She bent over, squatted down, rubbed against me and generally did her best to be as outrageous as possible, even to the point of asking a male assistant if a particular brand of shaving foam would be suitable for what she called a delicate area of her skin."How do you fancy shaving me?" she asked and laughed as I growled hungrily."Sure but on one condition." Oooh I like conditions, is it sexy?" Mum with you around, everything is sexy, I want you to. “Hard to say -- two or three weeks. The Bureau will probably want to debrief him before returning him home.”“I knew Arthur wasn’t all those evil things,” Constance said. “He helped those poor children. He’s a hero.”“So are you, Constance,” Adam replied. “You provided what they needed to find him.”“Thank you, Ms Shields,” Constance said. “Is there anything else we can do?”“You might try to convince Arthur that this was his last adventure, and he should leave this sort of work to younger. I took my lip-gloss out of my handbag and stood at the sink touching up my make-up while I waited for her to come out of a stall. I looked in the mirror and panicked as a sheen of perspiration on my cheeks gave away my nervousness! I heard muffled voices coming from behind the row of closed doors. I kept hoping whoever was in here with us would finish their conversation and leave. I desperately tried to think of something endearing to say to her, or at least something disarming. The voices grew.