“It’s me,” she says. Her uncle will know that it is her simply because she is the only one with this particular number.“I’m still working on... getting agents out there,” he says urgently and guessing as to why she is calling.“I know that, but I need a direction to go with,” she counters just as quickly, trying to ignore the agitation building up inside her.“From what we can analyze, the primary light hit somewhere near Keswick,” he tells her.“And the second?” she asks impatiently.“Never one for. Tim smoothed the shiny black fabric over his ‘breasts’ centering the cups of the camisole over the now amply filled bra cups. Returning to the satchel he swished a black lace trimmed nylon half slip from the bag and quickly slipped into it. The long back zipper of the royal blue cocktail dress whirred as Tim pulled it down. With a little effort he fluffed it open slid his smooth shiny nylon clad legs inside then quickly wriggled into it, smoothing the camisole and half slip underneath. He. Looking in the mirror, I realized that the shirt barely covered my ass and if I leaned back at all, the outline of my bush could be easily seen through the thin material. Just what I needed to get his attention. I was half tempted to pop into the shower on him but I was afraid that might spook him so I stuck with my first plan of letting everything happen gradually. I headed back into the living room and sat down on the couch to roll a joint.I heard the shower cut off and in just a few minutes. The distraction didn't last long, though. After running his fingers through his short blond hair, he resumed his walk. The spring semester had proven a little difficult - especially the foreign language requirement - forcing him to concentrate hard on the Spanish course. Now that he finally felt confident in the class, he had time to wonder where he was going with his life again.Only the slightest rustling of leaves betrayed the presence of someone trailing along behind him, easily dismissed as.