He gave her an admiring glance. She was tall, five-ten, maybe in the low heels worn by female officers. Her uniform was standard for a street cop, sla...cks instead of a skirt, but the cut was feminine, and she filled it better than most. Her hair was a silvered blonde, cut short as per regulations. Her voice was a low contralto, a good cop's voice, steady and firm, commanding or friendly, as she wanted."Same for anybody in blue," Jim said smiling. She was a definite improvement to the Precinct.. Then theoffer went to $2,000. That was looking like good money. I had an idea. Idont know if what I learned is from the same area they want. But I haveno other choice. I was born in the US but every year, I spent my summerin Athens. There was this nice old lady there in the neighborhood. Sheloved having kids come over. The town was pretty boring there. But thatkind old lady; she taught lots of us kids there some special folkloredancing. Lots of girls in the neighborhood liked going to her. Her level of prestige also demanded a higher standard of professionalism. While her team scoured the remote desert near the Persian Gulf in shorts and tank tops, she reserved herself to a white polo and khaki pants. This was not due to a lack of body confidence. Dr. Anderson had a tall limber frame fron years of long hikes to archeological dig sites, and her b-cup breasts and ass were the better for it, but that was for herself and the occasional boyfriend she managed to avoid pushing away for. He knew she was watching as he lowered his head and kissed her wrist, gently. The taste of her skin was unlike anything he had ever tasted. It was salty, like the skin of men, but it was a different quality from any salt or sweat he had known with men. He could not even begin to place the differences.She stood, silently, while he reached out and untied the bows that held her tunic closed in the front. He admired the smooth flawlessness of her body as he exposed it, inch by inch. Her breasts,.