I just knelt there on the bed and enjoyed the sight for some time. I could see her blushing as I was admiring each and every inch of her body.My eyes ...easured her curves and her edges and her corners and her depths. I held out my hand and she took it and I pulled her close and hugged her. We were both kneeling on the bed and I caressed her back from her neck to panty line. And slowly, I unhooked her bra after I brushed aside her hair. I bent down to kiss her neck and shoulders and thus created. I took no notice of the family dog lying on his old ratty blanket, but apparently he took notice of me as I entered the room. I turned on some music and pretended to dance with people like I was at a club, going so far as to even make small talk and thank cute boys, that weren't there, for their comments on how sexy I was tonight. I don't know if it was the music or how engrossed I was in my role play, but I never heard the click of Samson's toenails as he crossed the floor to where I was. . She dreamed through all of the make over and when Carla finally shoot her back into reality she was smiling in a numb, dazed sort of way.Suzy stood up and looked into the mirror but did not recognize the person staring back her. In the mirror was a punk from the movies with half shaved head and orange and blond hair. A nose ring through her left nose lobe and a dozen earrings hanging from her ear. Her nipples dangled huge gold rings and the tattoos were lewd and obscene."What have you done?". An American flag sagged in the ever windowless office. Those were all the decorations. Four desks with phones, black Dell computers, and paper piles filled the small backroom. The whole operation was in here. The office was separate from the known CIA offices in Manhattan for a low profile. ‘Patty, I see you brought me my morning newspaper.’ ‘Yes, Grenoble, here you go.’ Grenoble was about eight years older than twenty-two year old Patty. Grenoble wore an impeccable business suit with a metal.