" Who does then?" I don't know. Maybe the Fish and Wildlife Service, or Border Protection, or NASA. You'll have to ask them."He regretted that he coul...n't answer any detailed questions about the current investigation, and the press conference soon ended. The reporters thought it was too boring to bother wasting time on. Obviously the FBI was lying, but that hardly qualified as news.As they'd intended, it was impossible for us to disprove that, "An undercover agent had overheard comments.". His anatomy was so gorgeous that I could never take my eyes off it, no matter how many times I’d seen it. His muscles were so taut, especially in that position. His butt cleavage was so fucking inviting, and I couldn’t wait to taste the cinnamon-colored treat in the middle.I bent down, inhaled the smell of his skin, and licked one of his hamstrings. Then I made my way up his leg and started feasting on him.His hole was just as delicious as I’d expected. I couldn’t see anything with my face. I put it on the top of the baggage cart. They were keeping the Morton group in a separate storage bay for easier unloading and sorting. That gave me three bags to control, one with the gear, my go bag with four days of camo, panties and socks and my portable office.Andy’s group had found several seamstresses who brought their industrial sewing machines to the new offices and had all of the men’s uniforms altered over the week. The Velcro was put where the new unit and rank system was to be. When the speeches were over, and the groom suitably embarrassed, the obligatory formal dances started. Once he'd put in the required effort there, he came to find me."Your name," he said to me as he stood near the table, isn't Scarlett, is it?" No. It's Amy. Why Scarlett?" Well, it's red, you know? The colour? I'm wearing this silly neck strangler in red. You're wearing a stunning red dress. I just thought it would be the perfect name." Scarlett." Yeah." No. Amy." Yeah. You said. Amy. I like.