"Hello guys," the slightly more than a teenage girl said."Hello, and yes I would like some more tea," I said handing her my glass."Very funny Ms Stone..., I am special agent Morris with the FBI," she said."I have two questions for you Ms. Morris. First of all; if all the FBI people are called Special Agent, can any of them them be really special. Two; Since Special Agents never go anywhere alone, not even to the bathroom, where is the rest of your pack?" I asked."Come on in guys, we have been. . what the hell was it Alan thought, if he had to describe it he'd say it was a big pile of crap just thrown on the ground. Standing outside Alan reached out in all directions feeling everything. Then he took aim and blew a hole through the front of the "ugh" pile.With a scream the owner came flying out, damn thought Alan a pile of crap and a dung beetle. "I will kill you for what you have done!" The huge beetle screamed at him, I won't allow you to live after what you did to Groc!"Suddenly the. She also taught me how to sit when wearing a dress, to cross my legs andhow to smooth my dress properly. Mother had me practice sitting downagain and again, crossing, uncrossing and then crossing my legs. At firstit felt a bit unnatural but after a while I found by doing this itstarted to feel very natural to me, almost a second nature.Mother also taught me how to curtsy. I lowered my head, bent my kneesslightly and took my skirt between my thumbs and first two fingers. Igently pulled my skirt. Although you know, we could have helped you getdressed up, Natie."Horatio's impassioned squealing continued as Nathan folded his arms,still unable to look at the two other men. "It's 'Nathan', Marcus. OrNate, if you really want to shorten it."Marcus chuckled. "I did want to shorten it, princess."Nathan tapped his foot against the floor. "Yeah, but you made it soundalmost like 'Katie'. Like a little girl." He paused, feeling Marcus andHoratio stare at his outfit. "I'm not a little girl," he.