"I thought about it for a second."We're going to have to reconnoiter. Find out where she is, and set up another time for the hit," I explained. "It mi...ght be a black-bag job."We started walking back down the alley to our taxi."I'm getting a bad feeling about this whole op," I said. Shooter knew what I meant."Hey, Spotter, I'm really sorry that I didn't just do her yesterday, like I was supposed to," Cupid told me.I was surprised, Shooter doesn't apologize very often. The last time was when he. He washoping I would wear my green sequined dress and black hose and heels andhe could rent a tuxedo. We would make a stunning couple and be sure toturn heads.Mike emailed me and asked me to be his date. He begged and offered to flyme into Atlanta first class for the party. He told me how perfect I wasfor this, how beautiful and elegant, how feminine and lovely. Howexciting it would be for him to have me as his date, knowing that theprettiest girl at the party, the one every guy wished he. Mymascara I knew was all over my face already and I lifted my hand to wipeat my tears. Seeing the smeared mascara only made me cry harder.Catching hold of my hand he said, "Here, this will help settle yournerves so we can talk about all this and figure out what to do." Hewrapped my fingers around the second glass then stepped around to sit inhis desk chair.It was my first taste of Alcohol and it burned going down."Go ahead Sweetie, drink it down," he encouraged.He was right the light buzz did. " he said. "ANYTHING?" I replied. Anything was hubby's answer. First she must be properly attired when she gets here, collar, open cup bra, semi transparent blouse, She may wear a button front sweater for the plane, button front skirt, garter belt, seamed stockings and heels. "Whatever you say grand master" hubby said. I set about planning a week of debauchery and sexual enlightenment for my very special guest. It was to be a Monday to Monday experience, with arrival on the first Monday. After.