"Yes," I said, peering into her face to try to get a name to go with the face. Finally it came. "You're Christy..." The last name wouldn't come. It wa... something common, like Brown or Smith or White."Wilson," she provided. "You do remember me. Although it's not Wilson anymore, it's Perkins." Ahhh," I said, fully remembering her now. Back in high school she had been one of the elite. Yearbook committee, Future Republicans club, Spirit squad, that sort of thing. Though she hadn't been prom queen. Not seeing any reason to discount her request, and feeling that more information was always useful, he sat at the base of the tree as she climbed taking all her equipment with her, until her shrill bird cry caught his attention.Scrambling up the tree, he barely made it before a patrol started to emerge from the surrounding trees, obviously looking for signs of his band, as they soon made their way through the area they were just in.It was a large enough patrol that they couldn't have fought. Kate nodded her acceptance and despite feeling consternation and excitement at not knowing what was in the bag she remained silent….waiting.“Remove your dressing gown” Instructed Dair. As Kate did as she was told Dair retrieved a blindfold from her bedside table and put it on her. Whilst she was slightly nervous he marveled at her willingness to comply with his wishes and took a moment to appreciate her from the ankles upwards.At 5'5" she was a little firecracker with curves where any man. ”“May I call you Steve?” A nod yes in reply. “Steve, would I be right in guessing you were both at the same rank at one time?” Another nod. “I’ll bet you’re as high as you want to go in the force?” A third nod. “But Brian wants to be the Commissioner, doesn’t he? In that case he’d have been worried you’re a strong competitor for that job.”Steve goes to reply, and he stops with his mouth open while he thinks about this. “Damn, I think you’re right, Matt. And I never told him I wasn’t after a big.