“Ummmmmmmm” Tasha moaned into my mouth. I pulled away. “Pants off” I commandedKim was hip shrugging out of her own jeans, her flats already di...scarded. Kim, unlike her sister, keeps herself tanned. The brown skin made the shape of her legs even more erotic as her lower limbs made a complete appearance. She stepped out of her jeans, kicked them well off to the side of the room and looked at me grinning.Tasha was moving as fast as she could, but she was having to fight her tennis shoes. She didn’t. In their last whispered conversation he’d made her promise she’d get a prescription for the pill, as he loaded her suitcase into her friend’s car.She had responded with, “I wish I could kiss you goodbye. If you ever come to Manhattan to see your sister, you can stay with me.”“I thought you lived in the sorority house,” he said.“I do, but I have my own bedroom,” she said. “Girls sneak guys in there all the time.”He shook his head. He was thinking about how the whole family was driving to. "Kim, you already know people at the Night Vision Lab at Fort Belvoir, and they are eager to provide unattended ground sensors for replication. For the rest of you, that lab does more than its name suggests -- it's the center of excellence for ground sensors. We can set up replication, here at Bolling, for those fairly small and nonexplosive packages."Replication alone won't be enough; some things are going to be customized. Kim, I know you're a decent machinist, but do you know any technicians. I was at the South Eastern, 49th street, train station where our Mayor was announcing the now well-known, new eco-friendly wagons when a colleague reporter from a TV station announced that Mr. Vega was there and while she was reaching him, I noticed that right in front of him was the mysterious female (whose nickname I just learned is Nat), the same woman that was captured on photos when they were taken out of a pub by the firemen, just two days ago. The female, very attractive, business-like.