He looked up and weakly nodded as she walked towards the bathroom. When he regained his breath, he followed.He watched her as they dressed. “You don...’t wear a bra,” he murmured.She shook her head. “I don’t need to. But one day someone will invent a bra that a woman can wear comfortably,” she chuckled.“Shaun, I have today free but tomorrow I have to go to Tobruk and I’ll be gone for about three days. We need to interrogate some German officers about where they are getting their information. "She smiled, just like the other girls had. She knew."Ok, let's get started. This should go pretty quick."She grabbed some tweezers and set to plucking his blue eyebrows. She carefully sculpted them so not one hair was out of place. She removed quite a bit of each one to achieve the sculpted look she was asked to create. When she was done she stepped out of the way so he could see the in mirror. He had never seen his eyebrows like that. It was immediately noticeable. His brows now ran straight. What I did not say was the surgery was scheduled for tomorrow before the pieces had a chance to do any nerve damage. Doc Burns already had a specialist from John Hopkins to do the surgery tomorrow afternoon at 1400.After a tough night talking with the girls and family and then the muted pleasure of little boys and holding Takeo and Sara, I had a restless sleep.At 0700 I was in Roberts’s office picking up all the papers in my tray and then went to my office to find my desk with stacks of things. This time, Suzanne gently but firmly blocked her hand, stopping it before Susan could reach Alan's slicked-up erection. Suzanne's own jealous feelings and her desire to rub in her victory came back with a vengeance. She throttled those feelings with an effort because she wanted to go upstairs and play with Alan rather than fight with Susan. She said with a trace of annoyance, "Goodnight, Susan. See you tomorrow."However, Alan chimed in at that moment, spoiling Suzanne's plans for a quick exit..