For work, I'd decided to wear a simple white blouse, a mini-skirt and apair of patent leather pumps. I'd carry a small black clutch purse,with the tub... of K-Y inside, in case I needed to visit the powder room.My car was in the shop and, having just relocated to Las Vegas, Ididn't know anyone other than the people with whom I worked. I'dthought about asking a coworker for a ride, but I didn't feelcomfortable doing so. I mean, I hardly knew any of them yet. Instead, Iascertained which bus route. Steve's mad and he's kicking ass. But it may be my fault that he's pinned down."I've been thinking about how Hardy might have found out about Steve being on the ground in Colombia, and I realized it was probably because of me. That day it all went down, we were at the restaurant. I spoke so freely about the situation. I never even considered that it wasn't good to have the public know the truth. I'm afraid my thoughtlessness helped put Steve in this situation. I feel horrible about it," worried. ” “That’s right, you naughty little spy. You’ve been rumbled, so come join us.” Rachel didn’t know which flustered her most – negotiating the slope under scrutiny of two naked married friends or the fact that these friends were addressing her in the same sexy way they had each other. With no clear idea what turn her day had just taken, she grabbed her bag and started to shuffle downwards. Not carefully enough, for she tripped and completed the descent in a desperate scrambling run, every step. I think I have a renewed sense of hatred for this woman, and I can already hear Trixie spewing her I I-told-you-Vito's-an-uptight-bitch speech. Vito finally ends her judgmental rant, and at her suggestion— well, more like her demand—I decide to head to the campus clinic for a check-up, just to make sure there aren't any underlying medical issues at hand. CHAPTER EIGHT The walk over to the clinic takes about fifteen minutes, and it’s mostly comprised of me feeling really cold again and Trixie.