”Oh, I know who you are miss Lavigne.” Leroy interrupted. ”We all do.” He smiled. ”You know what I think, Avril?” She shook her head. ”I...think there is a reason why you came here. I think you're looking for something.” ”Like what?” Avril replied. ”I think you want something you do not usually get. Maybe tired of your wimpy boyfriend? Maybe looking for some real action? Or am I wrong?” Avril sipped her drink without answering. Leroy smiled. ”Didn't think so.” Leroy's now had his hand on Avrils. NAVINT maintained so-called Specialist Desks for virtually all known space-faring societies, both big and small, even for Union member species. Some of these desks were departments with many thousand agents and specialists, while other desks consisted of one perhaps two specialists.The core activity of these desks was to keep an accurate and up to the minute assessment, which in turn was used by MATA HARI to create a daily security and intelligence report for the Security Council and Senior. Smart choice.” Walking around so that he was in front of his impressive desk, he leaned back against his hands, the same grin on his face. “I always said you were an asset to this company.” I stayed mute, still wrapping my head around what just happened. “Don’t just stand there,” he chuckled, a bite of impatience in his tone. “Open your mouth and ask me what it is I want you to do.” I hesitated, weighing my pretty limited options. Rolling his eyes, Jeremy shook his head and sighed, walking. Cupid gasped, she had no clue what was going on or this feeling running through her. "Mmmm they're nice and perky I like that, and these," She wrapped her hand around cupid's breast and squeezed." Are like pillows, soft and squishy. You loose again Nevaeh." "Damn it" Nevaeh exclaimed "Fine have your fun I'm going to grab my bag anyway." "Dont forget about the furniture either dear sister" "Yeah, yeah what ever." As Nevaeh walked away peyton walked behind the chair and grabbed something she.