“Yes. I think she’s lonely. I’ve never seen her with a man before, though. I heard them talking about how hard it is to find a good man.”“An...d you thought of me,” he said, grinning.“Well ... you are pretty decent ... for a man.” Her voice made the word “man” sound like it was a disease.“I’m not looking for a wife,” he said.“I don’t think that’s her aim,” said Jill. “She’s been divorced twice, and when I told her you tried to do the right thing, and I wouldn’t let you, she seemed to like that. " You think I don't know that? Jimmy, it's not that I don't want you to know. I can't... tell... you. It's an ethical violation, it's morally disrespectful, it's a legal policy and procedure violation, it..."I cut her off, "could save their lives!" I know that, dammit! Here, let me spell it out for you. I, me, Rebecca Hampton, FBI, cannot and will not disclose information regarding this case to you, James Matthews, civilian, a person who does not exist. There are exactly three people besides. .. I had summery mini dress, tights (pantyhose) and cute flat ballet pumps. I had just put on my wig... but was aware that another car had pulled in. I carried on applying my make up. I finished up and would usually get out and use the car windows as a kind of mirror and adjust my dress etc... but since the guy in the other car was still there, I waited a bit, just putting on some music and chilling.What I was not aware of... was he had been watching me for longer than I thought... seeing me. And now here he was, in my bed, with his arms around me and his scent filling the air. ‘Morning,’ I smiled. ‘What time is it?’ He smirked back. ‘One in the afternoon.’ I quickly shot up. ‘That’s not morning! That’s afternoon! I have things I need to do.’ I tried to jump out of bed but he brought me back quickly and wrapped his arms around me once more, embracing me tighter. ‘Stay with me,’ he cooed, ‘I’m not ready to get up.’ His voice was smooth when he spoke to me. I felt his cock push into.