"You're probably wondering what I look like."Cat rapidly undressed and took another step back, letting Jason look at her. She slowly turned around giv...ng him a 360-degree view. Cat's face was pretty, but not much more so than any other woman. There was a certain perfect symmetry to it that made your eyes linger. Her eyebrows were dyed to match her silver hair and her make-up was light. Her body was the color of Carrara marble. Her arms were slightly muscular, as were her legs. Her breasts were. One of the clerks held him round the neck from behind as the other used very sharp scissors to cut through the waistband of his trousers, which were yanked down to his feet. The guy struggled in the arms of the other prep clerk as this process was carried out but his objections were calmed with a fist in the stomach from the clerk doing the de-clothing. He was half held up spluttering into his gag as his trousers were cut away, leaving him in just his pants. The top part was easy as he was only. ‘About now, I think if I got to make a burglary collar, I’d hug the guy. This shit we’ve been working on is sick.’ ‘You decide you want to hug some burglar, you make sure I’m there, partner,’ Martha laughed. ‘I wanna see that. But I know what you mean. It would have been kind of nice to slap Sanders upside the head a few hundred times with a New York City phone book, wouldn’t it?’ ‘Yeah, it sure would have,’ Tim agreed. When she got home, Martha arrived at her apartment, opened the door, walked. “No sir,” said Corwin Baylee, “just trying to get my breath back.”Coach Budd gave Baylee a long hard stare. “We’ll have another meeting Thursday evening to go over the course details and tactics. I’d like all of you to turn up, even those who won’t be competing, because I have some team exercises for you to try out. That’s all, you can shower and change now.”After I had showered and changed, I noticed Coach Budd had Corwin Baylee in his office. He didn’t seem to be happy although I couldn’t.