”“Why would she be excited about getting me a new pair of pants?”“Oh, she just figures that if we are shopping there is a high likelihood that... she’ll be able to divert the purpose to her own benefit. I know she has her eye on a sweater she saw at Candy’s. And Candy’s just happens to be next door to the Men’s Wearhouse.” Andi pulled her keys out of her purse as we left the café. “I’ll drive. Nothing we want is within walking distance of here.”I tried to think of what was around. Well, there were. She told me to beproud of them, but I told her, "It's just a badge, it's earned but younever want to put what you did to earn it into practical use in thecivilian world." She understood the real meaning and left it at that.After dinner Peter and I got the house ready for the inevitable invasion.He triple checked the names of those who entered and sure enough at leastfour were bogus. What was expected was the counter for those who left waslower than those who entered so we knew they were on the. "How about Indie? Like Indiana Jones."JR thought about that, and grinned. "Our name for him, eh sister?"Jenny nodded, then surprised me by rolling over on top of me, pausing just a second, her pussy pressing against my hard on. "I love you, Indie," Jenny whispered to me, then was off, standing next to JR.JR shook her head, sighed. "Jennifer, Tom is a good boy; but if you do what you just did to him again anytime soon... no one's that good."Jenny looked at me again, smiled. "I'm sorry, Tom.". The door was locked. I shook the handle and banged on the doorframe, peering in. Weak light leaked from a room at the back. Eventually a small, balding man with an impressive comb-over emerged wiping his hands with a dirty rag.An hour and a half later Bianca and I climbed a narrow staircase in a generic low-end hotel. The dark red runner carpet had seen better days. It was threadbare and grimy. The key had cost me forty Euros, too much for the hotel but it made them forget about IDs.Bianca, fed.