..and her...request would sit in the shadows....and watch.I emptied the contents of my sizable travel bag on the bed, still unsure of what to wear.......I started by putting my red and black basque on, adjusting the shoulder straps till I felt it fitted right, then I fastened my stockings to the suspenders of my basque and slipped my heels on...hairpiece next...just a bit of adjustment needed and .......TAP TAP....Helen was at the door ...'Are you ok' she asked ...'Nearly ready' I. Wilcox used to work there.”Confused, I asked, “Where in Washington, the only time I was there was to visit my ex-wife, in Seattle. That was a long time ago.”“Not Washington state, Washington DC. Mr. Wilcox worked for the justice department.”“Well, that pretty much chinches it. The closest I’ve been to DC was Fort Bragg. And to tell you the truth, even that was probably too close.”“What did you do after the army?” She asked.“Mostly, I’ve been moving from place to place. I guess you could say I. And in reality that was what scared her now that she was alone with him in the cabin.“What have you done? Going to my home seeing my wife and talking to Dana, my teenage daughter,” Brody angrily yelled. He was livid and showed it with red=faced anger. His tone made Carrie’s butt scrunch in an involuntarily reaction. Brody picked saw her butt bunch up and knew how to proceed. Brody understood that Carrie needed to be taken down a peg or two. The agent had outsmarted herself and now Brody had. His advice was to go home and talk compliment her and to get her a gift, in my mind I thought I’ll just go home and kiss her ass that’s when the light went off in my head. I got home that day finished tidying up and waited for Hillary to come home from her jog, once she did dressed in a tank top and sexy shorts I walked over to her and we began to kiss. “Sorry about all the fighting” I said as my lips pressed against her neck, Hillary put her head back “it’s no one’s fault, this is a surprise.