Even my laptops were still there. I don’t have much else.”“How did they get in?”“Must have been through the door, all the windows were locke... from the inside. I guess they picked the door lock.”“Did you report it?”Sam looked at the floor as he answered, “No, nothing was taken and what could your guys do, anyway?”The doorbell rang. “It’ll be the takeaway. Joe, Open the wine and we can eat, I’m starving.”I think Sam wanted to be away as quickly as possible, and as soon as we had finished eating. ”“Fine. Keep your secrets. So what now?”“She’s working on getting me a visa to get into Russia. I’m going to try to get ahead of them. I have a contact who might put me on the right track.”Whitaker’s eyebrows lowered in a skeptical expression.“Not a contact like Ronny. This one likes me, and owes me a favor from ... a long time ago.”“From Rear Guard?”“Drop it, Loretta.”Whitaker rolled her eyes and gestured at the ship, “So do we wait for the search?”“No. It’s going to come up empty, and we. The skirt and the top seemed rather skimpy, and the panties were tiny, just a g-string."I can't wear this!" I said."There's nothing else," Sarah said. "Beggars can't be choosers."Realizing I had no other options, I tried the clothes on, swearing at the genie under my breath. He must have gotten a kick out of dressing me like a slut. Getting the bra on required Sarah's help, but I managed to get into the new clothes and stood in front of the mirror."I look like a whore!" I said to Sarah. My. She had started dating his roommate and had spent a few nights at the apartment. Scott could hear them through his door as they screwed. One night he was watching a movie when they returned from a party and headed for the bedroom. After a bit the door opened and Shelly emerged in a robe and found a glass which she filled with wine.Scott asked, “Are you OK?”“Not really. Can I sit and watch the movie?”“Sure.”A few minutes later Shelly said, without turning her head, “I’d like a favor from.