Saturday morningSuzanne got to the coffee shop first. She recognized the Secret Service agent who came in to take a quick look around, and nodded when...she caught his eye. He returned the nod and moved to take up station at the coffee shop entrance, the glass door open. In a moment, the girl came through the door wearing a black t-shirt with “Not Italian” on the front. A second agent followed her in and closed the door behind him. Suzanne stood up.“Thank you for meeting me.”“Hey.”Suzanne leaned. “Yes, Sir, I am ready,” I said and immediately felt a cold hand on my shoulder from behind my back of my neck.“Good girl,” a woman said from behind.“Sarah, meet Claire,” Robin said as I turned my head to look behind and saw a blonde with the most beautiful eyes looking at me, “She will be the one giving you a tour of this floor for today,” Robin continued.“Hi, Ma’am,” I greeted her and got up to shake hands with her.“Hi, Sarah,” she said as she pulled me towards her. I almost lost my balance. With four on the job, it would take less than one.The two off-duty police officers showed up next...first accounting for their presence by talking to the Canon driver about where he had parked...then drifting over to Diane’s desk to flirt with the curvy woman. She reveled in the attention from the uniformed officers.Finally, Theresa’s hubby came strolling in. His wife was easy to spot in the crowd...dressed in her customary black. He went over, made excuses for his visit, and pulled up a chair. It is one that i don't think has been beaten to this day. I could feel the energy between us. The rain had no affect on the heat we made between us as she slid her hand through my hair i felt her legs and thighs with hands as she squeezed me tight. Her lips were soft and her tongue was smooth. I felt her leg shake next to me as she dropped down to the ground and quickly said "take me to where you were going". I hadn't noticed before, but the rain has fully soaked her shirt now and i could see.