” I slid in beside her and we curled into each other’s arms. She kissed me and said, “I am going to show you how to be a lover. A lover is someo...ne who knows how to please a woman. A man can be very selfish and only take what he wants or he can become a lover and give as much as he gets. And if he is very, very good he will get much more than he ever expected from his woman.”She taught me where a woman loves to be touched, also where a woman loves to have her body kissed. What a man needs to. "Meghan?"She is sitting on his stained and battered couch, leaning slightly forward, with a gentle smile just touching her eyes. He knew he would find her there, and yet seeing her takes his breath away. He begins shaking all over, and feels as though huge and harry bugs are dancing in his stomach."Hey!" Her smile vanishes, and she quickly stands, covering the distance between them in a few long strides before he can even think of moving. "Shhh..."When she touches him, sliding her arms around. He hated the CIA with a deep and abiding passion. Cindy was not left out: there was authorized one slot for Master Technician, whose insignia was a bar with three black squares, but the bar itself was gold instead of silver. With Myron being promoted out of it, Cindy was happy to pin the Master Technician bars upon the uniform of one Mary Mahoney Milton. Yes, ‘Milton’. Mary and Myron had been married the previous Saturday in a ceremony officiated by Police Chaplain Father Romano. The nepotism. When a baking pan slipped from my hand and crashed to the floor, she exclaimed “Allez! Idiot,” her eyes flashing with annoyance.“Quel désastre!” she yelled when I tipped over the milk and it spread across the counter.Later, I turned not knowing she was behind me. We both dropped what we were holding and Charlotte stamped her foot. “Imbécile. T’es con comme un balai.”I had no idea what that meant, but it was enough.“Nasty bitch! Pull that bug out of your ass, will ya?”She looked confused, then.