"Mostly, it was just financial analysis - interesting, but not terribly valuable to anyone else. There was one report, however, that included the name... and legends of most of the NOC agents in the Middle East. NOC stands for 'Non-Official Cover', that is to say 'covert', Madame President. This is the portion that causes us the most concern." All right." Without falling into the trap of telling him that she had known what a NOC agent was for years, even before she became President, Stephanie. Little time after it was always a beautiful sunny day of end-summer, when i got home, there are my parents and a relative (not our cousin that i have recount before :-P) and there is also my sister who wears a beautiful adherent heavenly tunic for the house, the same one that, some time before, it had provoked at me the best erection of my life, (situation, in brief, of that time there that i have already recounted in a my previously story to this = i was entered in the room from lunch and my. ” “While you, Miss Steele, are much too classy a lady to pull that kind of stunt,” he replied, throwing her a casual glance. “Or you would be if you still had a husband at home.” The first occasion on which she’d gone out minus her ring and he’d noticed already. “What are you drinking?” “Soda and lime,” she told him, backtracking on all her post-gig bravado. “No, you’re not.” The cock-sure attitude of old caught her off-guard. “Proper drink.” The laughing protest died in her throat. Something. Hell, on her way back she would go over and talk to her friend Julie. She hadn't seen Julie for a while."OK, I'll go." Thanks darling."He kissed her and she left the room. Hopefully Jim was fast asleep. The guy was a nasty pervert. He sat down in his basement and watched pornos all day. He was perverted and disgusting. Pornos. Yuck. What so entertaining about a bunch of big breasted girls getting screwed by a bunch of men? She looked down at her small breasts. Her tits and her ass were both.