."Hmmm..." he seemed deep in thought. Like he was looking for something."what?" I asked, genuinely curious."Just wondering why the sudden interest in ...my movies..." he smiled, looking directly at me. My heart sank and I stopped breathing. Did he know!? Was I NOT as stealthy as I had thought last night? I sat, frozen in silence while my dad looked at me. "...I mean you never seemed to like my war movies before." he said with a disappointed tone. Relief soared through me though. He still. " He said he'd been in touch with his friends and one of the men who spoke to Perk is ASIS!"The Australian Secret Intelligence Service (= CIA or MI6) is part of the Ministry for Foreign Affairs. Its charter says that it will: Protect and promote Australia's vital interests through the provision of unique foreign intelligence services as directed by Government."That explains a lot." Yes. And not stuff we want to get involved in. But there's more. The bloke who said he was from Taxation was. I never understood however hard you dry yourself off the moment you startputting on your bra or panties you realise you are still wet. I pickedup the rest of my lingerie, (my suspenders, stockings and slip) andheaded back into my bedroom. I reflected on how it was funny howconfident I felt to walk around the flat in just a bra and panties sosoon after having moved in.Back in my bedroom I somehow had dried off and was now far less nervousabout ripping my clothes trying to put them on. I. I wanted to hold her there itself and press my lips on the mouth, push her saree and feel her boobs.But I controlled my urges. Nothing left to the imagination now. It was all happening shamelessly and very fast. I replied, “She definitely uses and likes it. But now my pen is also happy to feel itself in a new hand.” She looked in my eyes and said, “Sure, why not, shall we go?”Very little left to guess between us. We almost broke all the shackles of our distance between us with each minute.