It was Ryan, but not the Ryan he knew. This Ryan was all female. She wore a dress the color of spring grass, its bodice hugging her curves in a delect...ble manner. The tops of her lovely breasts were allowed to show, the small cleavage doing strange things to Jake's heartbeat. Below the bodice, the skirt fell in smooth, gentle waves down to her ankles, making Jake wonder what she wore underneath. Clearing his throat and returning his eyes to hers, Jake gestured for her to come in. She gripped. "After we got to the cafe the questioning began in earnest. I reallywasn't in the mood to tell her about my private night with Sam. But Icould see she wouldn't leave me alone until I spilled the beans, soeventually I relented and started telling her what she wanted to know.But I felt a bit angry, so I tried to make her jealous by going on abouthow utterly perfect everything had been, how the necklace was the mostbeautiful I'd ever seen, how the restaurant was the grandest and poshestpossible,. I asked to show me latest variety of jeans. He brought a tape so as to check the waist size. He asked me to pull my shirt up to measure my waist. I was not wearing anything under my shirt and I pulled my shirt up to enable him to measure. He kept the tape around my waist and to adjust the tape he brushed his fingers few minutes more than required against my belly button. I noticed he was slightly pulling my pubic hair which started from under my navel and disappeared into my underwear. But I. "Simonds looked around Kingston's apartment. "Do you want me to stay here in case he comes back?" No, he won't be back. We have all we need. Get back here. I want you to go over the schedule again."Simonds left the apartment and headed back to his car. He unconsciously checked the small bottle in his pocket. It contained a dose of the DNA virus. He had spent a very surreal night choosing a new form with Quince. His boss had no intention of spending the rest of his life as a wanted drug.