"Thank you," she replied, with a smile in her voice. "I'm going to give you a yoga lesson." "But I've just had a yoga lesson." "Yes, you have," she ag...reed, turning to look at me again. "But you really suck. Come on." She took two steaming mugs through to the living room while I followed, admiring the sight of her pert young bottom as she walked, and wondering if she was wearing any knickers under there. I plopped down on the sofa while Martina took a seat on the thick rug opposite, and began. I knew she was young as soon as I saw her. She didn't have a resume - didn't have much more than an out of state driver's license that showed she was seventeen. Desperate, I gave her a chance.To my surprise, she caught on quickly, and sounded remarkably professional when she answered the phone. We got through the day, and more than one person told me to hire her before she realized what she was getting into.Something was nagging at me, though. She had been less than forthcoming in the brief. Rough hands hauled her up and shoved her back in the chair. Tears falling, she watched the big guy slowly stand. Now his eyes were beady, dead, and mean.“Where are the documents?” he demanded, sounding vicious.When he raised his hand, Callie shied away, her face still hurting. It was too much. She didn’t have the strength. Please don’t hate me, Hunter.“Lightfoot has it. It’s contained in a microdot.”The big, thick-necked guy lowered his hand. “How many copies?”“Two,” she claimed. “On memory. Consistently checking my phone for a reply. She was very beautiful! Blonde straight hair, blue eyes, soft pink lips and a slight tinge of freckles. All of the features on her face added together to display a gorgeous girl! Despite her appearance of a typical "blonde bimbo" she was considered to be an innocent girl. Everyone assumed she was a goody girl... But I saw through that act! Her body was unbelievable, her body was shaped like a models, with perfect curves, great hips, nice thin arms.