Kath did indeed act differently, more open, making eye contact more.And I could smell a whiff of booze, she wasn't really tipsy or anything, but you c...ould tell she'd had a drink.Both ladies were casually dressed, this being an art class and not wanting to get paint all over their best clothes, Betty wore a knee length gypsy skirt and black blouse. Kath had a navy pleated skirt and grey cardy.I did notice that Betty's legs were bare and Kath wore nylons, but couldn't tell if they were stockings. I made sure I popped my ass while I walked. I wanted him to stare me down. Ushering me towards the passenger side he started to tell me what to do. Please put your hands on the car and spread em. The moment I felt his hands touch me my g string was not safe ANYMORE. I gasp and I knew I was soaking wet. I wanted him to touch every hole I had making sure I felt the power he had over me. He slid his hands over my pockets, patted down skirt, and up my leg. I heard him ask me the routine questions. ”“True. I’m in front of the window now.”“I know. I can see you.”“What? You’re here? Where are you?”“I am in a place where I can protect you if needed, but I can also see you. Are you okay with that?”“A little, actually.”“Would you mind giving Mr. Waller and me a little tribute?”“Mr. Waller is with you?”“Do you mind if we share this challenge with him? He would be honored to receive a tribute from you. His comics were about women asserting themselves sexually. He has his sketch book with him and. “I can recall Pierson saying nothing would go wrong with this mission,” Sam says sarcastically.“It hasn’t yet,” Nash says, leaning against the wall with his weapon lowered, pointing toward the ground. “Our contact will show, don’t worry.”“I certainly hope it’s the contact and not a group of soldiers,” Spencer says, keeping his guard up.“Humans are so predictable,” a voice filters out from the shadows.Spencer spins around to face the voice. Samantha has her pistol out and trained just a second.