" "Ivanka?" Julie repeated the name trying to keep any disappointment from her voice. "Yes," laughed Ziva, "We have lived together for 4 years now, th...ough of course we are very discrete and to the outside world we are just two friends sharing a place." Julie glanced around the reception room, following Ziva through a set of double doors and out onto the veranda next to the pool. As Ziva handed Julie a glass of wine she saw the look on Julie's face and smiled as she said, "Ivanka isn't here. " Yeah, you're right, and I think she has some regrets about her collegedays. That's probably why she's into younger guys," I replied. Mattdressed and acted like a frat boy, but was surprisingly insightful. "Iguess this date here is a last hurrah for both of us. I'll be moving onfrom university, and she gets to relive the old days one more time." Last hurrah? Just 'cause you aren't an undergrad doesn't mean you can'tdrink here," Matt said. He looked genuinely horrified, and for a moment Ifelt. There was a bed in the next room in case people were unwell, and she managed to get her on to it. She was so drunk she stumbled about but they actually made it. Once there the blonde started stripping her until she was completely starkers, totally unaware that I was watching. Then things started to really happen. First she went to the main door to lock it (I’d already hidden in the outer room) then back to her drunken friend stripped off herself. I was still spying but now with a locked door. "***Special Agents Devon and Simpson sat nervously in the Deputy DistrictChief's office. Devon suspected this had something to do with theirbeing found wearing women's clothing. They had stopped to buy newclothes prior to bringing the surveillance van back. Devon stillcringed to remember walking into that store wearing the skirt and heels.He had thought that both he and Simpson had gotten properly dressedwithout anyone at work being the wiser, but had not counted on theinterior monitoring.