She had been forced to be a source, She was not an operative in any real sense. I thought I could get away with that one. Blevins had never been an op...rative. He was also about to retire. I had a feeling he might like a little something to keep his mind active after he pulled the pin.God knows I knew where to find a star struck computer geek. If it came down to who knew what, where, and when, then I needed my own geek. I wondered how Sylvia would feel about doing the geek, if it came to that.. Abby starts pressing back against him, and Mat quickly pulls away, his tip wet from being buried in her folds.Abby sighs with a sound of disappointment Mat has never heard before. Her wide eyes look up at him, still on her hands and knees, and before this moment morphs into anything else, Mat leans down, kisses her on the lips, and walks into the kitchen to make another phone call.-The next twenty-four hours are agony for both of them.It’s now the night of Christmas Eve, and neither Mat or Abby. Bottom line, all four of us were three-sheets to the wind when we reentered the stretch limo when the Prom came to an end. I remember Roger telling the driver to take us for a ride in the park, which was several miles away, and that was fine by me ‘cause it gave Johnny and me time to cuddle. Johnny being a dreamy kisser soon had me in Ga-Ga land which is where I was when I heard the slap: WHAP! And Beth-Ann screaming, “Get the fuck off me!” Johnny and I came out of our clinch to see Beth-Ann. Plus, what would they do with a shower like this? Stop preaching." Sorry. So other than the likelyhood of being blinded, what's so special?" Multiple jets, and a massage mode." No." Yes." Ooh." So, single girl, want to try it out?" I'm not single. I have baggage downstairs." He's unconscious. Well?" Yeah, okay. Like the old days?" What do you mean?" I mean are we sharing, Rissa?" I thought you'd never ask." I don't need to, do I?" Probably not. Strip." Towels?" I'll get them. Back in a.