I started to get wet as I turned round and looked at the suspenders holding up the sexy stockings, which were pulled tight over my pert arse. I had ...the sudden urge to fuck my boyfriend right there in the changing room, but I knew there was probably a shop assistant outside the cubicle right now. Regardless I knew he would want to see me dressed up like this and I loved the thought of him having to wait in line at the till with a stonking hard on! So I opened the door to give him a quick. And Colonel Ansel thought she was perfect for the job.While the civilian scientists in the project believed she was just a 'personal assistant, ' her real job was to watch over the civilian researchers. Too often, civilians suddenly found morality or quickly succumbed to greed, either wanting to expose the 'evils of the government' or worse.The previous project leader had been a nice enough guy—sort of grandfatherly. But in the end, Amy did her duty. Of course, the old man didn't really die of. I don't think they got it.I started another pot of coffee, having put the rest of the first pot in an insulated carafe so it wouldn't develop that over-cooked taste I hated. I looked at the clock and saw I had the time, so I found a package of 'gourmet' refrigerated cookie dough I had in the fridge and started a batch of snickdoodle cookies baking in the oven.While the cookies were baking I did a little cleaning up. The kitchen was the only part of the house that really needed it. I got the. I briefly considered not opening the front door at all. At 20minutes late I locked the front door so Sam couldn't just come waltzingin. I'd run like a maniac to be ready and then? Then nothing: I waspissed! "Well, if it isn't the late Samantha Peters," I said upon opening thedoor. He simply glared at me. "It's too late now Sam, I'm going to bed,"I said closing the door before he could enter. I waited ten minutes till I was sure that he'd gone. Damn, I really didwant to see him. I considered.