Her lips parted to lie that the touch had tickled, but two things brought her up short. Sarah hadn't stopped stroking her fingers over the smooth skin... and had actually moved closer to the center. The younger woman also wore a half smile, and was looking directly into her eyes.Not breaking eye contact, Sarah said, "If it's difficult to shave, I bet other things are pretty hard too." What do you mean?" Alyssa asked in a whisper, not sure if her voice was even audible."Is there anything else I. "Then move along," the soldier ordered."No," repeated the man, "I am on Kobekistani territory here, on the road. U.S. territory ends at the wall."Master Gunnery Sergeant Berkowitz considered this, and admitted to himself that this was true. Now he decided that this was probably a journalist out to cause an incident, so he closed the window of the gatehouse, reasoning that if he ignored the troublemaker he would eventually tire of whatever trick he was trying and go away. If the man was a. " Oh Howie, how could you!" Cindy looked as if she were about to cry."Hey now," he said, putting an arm around her shoulders and drawing her close. "There's nothing to get upset about, for God's sake. Here, drink your drink."Obediently, Cindy took a deep swallow from her glass, shuddering a little as the strong liquor raced hotly into her stomach. He had told! She had known he had, of course, but his admission brought a renewed sense of anguish to her. He had no right telling about the photos;. Before I can react, she's halfwaydown the hall."Frank!" I yell after her.As she stops, I make another pass with my hand.When she turns, she says "You don't have to call me Frank anymore, lover. Just call me Tiffany. Or better yet, just Tiff." She turns back toward my room and as I stare lustfully after her, she strolls down the hall and into my room with the most undeniably feminine walk I'd seen in years.* * * * *"We'd like to thank you for all your help, Mr. Widniche." said thedetective. .