" What do you mean?"She was back in that knees-against-chest position, and Billy was finding it exceedingly difficult not to stare at the way the tigh...t material of her shorts outlined her pussy. Be cool, he thought. Don't get out of character. "Well, this is kind of embarrassing..."Michelle reached out and touched his arm. "Aw, don't worry Billy. This is just between the two of us. So, why is your life any more screwed up than any other thirteen-year-old?" Don't make fun of me, OK? This is hard. It would be good to wash the stink of this world off her skin before she headed to the dining room for dinner.Kat, Kathleen Andrea Mackey, was a petite woman. She was not what one thought of when you hear the word assassin. The holo stars who were cast in roles as the dashing spy in movies were invariable tall, willowy women with large breasts and pouty lips. The men were tall, dashing figures with athletic bodies, a quick wit and a dazzling smile.Kat was short, with the lean, muscular figure. I got the idea and made friends with him; I’m pretty good with dogs. He was grinning and wagging his tail at me when she opened the door a crack and slid through. I moved cautiously through the opening myself, but the dog just sniffed my crotch a minute, then followed her into her office. I wondered if he knew what I had in mind, but he went to curl up on a dog bed in the corner as I came in.She was talking now, and bent over the computer to look at something. Geek speak, so I paid no. On the way back to his townhome he stopped by the dining room and picked up his dinner from last night which he found labeled for him in a large refrigerator. After popping it in the microwave it made for a nice early lunch.Putting up the shelving wasn’t a difficult job but it did require time to do it. Having the power cut-off tool, power drill, and electric screwdriver was a definite help in doing this shelving. When it was done he patted himself on the back for a job well done. Ed thought.