I called his number and gave him an idea of what I wanted, and my address and he said he'd be around the following Thursday at eight am. That morning ...I rose early, showered and dressed myself appropriately to meet Alan Swanton. I didn't bother with shoes or stockings and I didn't bother to put on any knickers either. I found an old black skirt in the wardrobe that I hadn't worn for years as it was a bit too short but now I felt was perfect. I pulled it on and when I bent down I could see my. Alarms began to ring and then sirens. Men were suddenly running down the boarding hall with weapons out.I waited until they reached me, “who is in charge?”The men that reached me looked at each other and I snapped, “wake the fuck up! Who ... the ... fuck ... is ... in ... charge!”A man pushed through, “that would be me.”I looked him over, “would you be so kind as to explain why there are no flight stewards aboard or men on the shuttle?”He growled and took a step, “listen here son...”I growled,. Oh, well, maybe that will help somebody in intelligence, but I doubt it.There's nothing but tobacco on the bodies that is worth looting, but I do take that, since it does make such good trading material. No telling what I might get for the tobacco if I'm careful.I made my way back to headquarters and check in with the colonel. He has this thing about wanting to talk to me first before I report to the regular intelligence chain of command. This really pisses them off, but there ain't a thing. "We're happy to give you a hand right here."Keeping his right arm around Maria's buxom figure he used his free hand to find the zip at the back of her designer little black dress and slipped it down. Almost in one movement he eased the shoulders of her dress down her arms, revealing the enormous cups of her bra.Mat jumped to mark's aid as a few of the other agency salesmen started to realise what was happening. "I can get that unhooked for you, Maria," he offered, sliding the two halves of her.