He felt light hands rest on his arm and relaxed slightly, instinct overruling caution. He opened his eyes and tilted his head slightly, refusing to re...inquish his protective shell. A woman kneeled next to him eyes wide with concern. He couldn’t make out anything about her through the haze of pain and tears covering his sight. He began to unfold only to curl up once more, an immediate reaction to the pain lancing throughout his body. An arm wrapped around his shoulders and she pulled him to her. She was barely over five feet tall and he was over six."When are your parents coming home, Debby, my girl?" The man took another sip of his water."Three or four hours," Debby said sheepishly.He capped his bottle and wiped his mouth."I could use a break," he said. "And I wouldn't mind a tour of this farm, if you'd like to show me around. I'm fascinated by old farms. In fact, I bought myself an old farmhouse about five miles from here as a sort of weekend retreat. The biking out here is. Kate and Wendy were both adorable and sexy as hell in matching French maid costumes, complete with garters, stockings, and French-cut bikini panties. The first couple to arrive was Patrick and Noelle James dressed as Batman and Catwoman. They pulled off the sexy couple routine, even though Patrick needed the padded suit and Noelle filled out the Catwoman outfit a little more than I remember from the movie. They were barely in the door when Princess Leia showed up. Not the demure Princess, but. I wanted something more." And you thought doing the gang task force would be more what you were looking for?" No, like I said I got transferred to it simply because they had too many openings. When I was in high school I loved doing research and investigating things. So when the openings for the FBI came up, I took it. Don't get me wrong I like it, but lately it's been big items not something that feels, to me at least, like it's helping the person at the other end. That's why I've been talking.