A.N. Okay peeps sorry this took so long to update but I was busy getting ready for vaycay and going to work and going to behind the wheel drivers training. Anyway no excuses right? So I'm writing this ONJ THE ROAD cuz I love you all so much and I'm such a kind person. Actually I'm bored out of my mind in this car. Anyway, I'll post this as soon as possible.
Chapter Ten: Candy Dishes
I'm standing in my hotel room filled with agents, mostly male. In fact there is only one female and I realize it must be hard for Grace to survive in a job like this where the male to female ratio is so large. Someone shouts, "She's in the dressing room!"
I can hear what Grace is saying but I have other things to take care of right now. I'm discussing the final preps for surveillance for the final pageant. The techie seems to know what he's talking about even though he's new. I congratulate him on a job well done on his first op and he smiles a huge smile of self-satisfaction.
"Those better be candy dishes." Grace's voice lofts over to my ears. Candy dishes? What the hell is she talking about? Isn't she getting ready for the swimsuit competition?
"Turn around. Open." Vic's voice says. Now I'm immensely curious as to what the hell is going on. I start to make my way over to where a large crowd has formed.
"Oh, there she is! This guy is like an inch away from death." One of the agents running surveillance says.
"Oh, but what a way to go!" Another idiot yells. My blood is burning with a rage I am unfamiliar with. Most of the girls I sleep with or "date" I don't feel attached to or feel certain protectiveness over. Not like I feel about Grace. Grace is special, she's so unique. She's like that rare jewel you find and you know you just have to have it. She's the pearl in an oyster. Tough on the outside but absolutely beautiful on the inside.
I'm walking through the crowd as I say, "Hey, chumps, break it up, nothin' to see."
"Whaddya mean?" Someone in the crowd throws the question out. I'm standing in front of the T.V. by now.
"Break it up, break it up. She's a federal agent. Come on give her a break." I refuse to let anyone see my Grace and I remember our conversation from the night before. She really does deserve the respect these idiots refuse to give her. So I'll give it to her, at least it's someone right?
Chapter Ten: Candy Dishes
I'm standing in my hotel room filled with agents, mostly male. In fact there is only one female and I realize it must be hard for Grace to survive in a job like this where the male to female ratio is so large. Someone shouts, "She's in the dressing room!"
I can hear what Grace is saying but I have other things to take care of right now. I'm discussing the final preps for surveillance for the final pageant. The techie seems to know what he's talking about even though he's new. I congratulate him on a job well done on his first op and he smiles a huge smile of self-satisfaction.
"Those better be candy dishes." Grace's voice lofts over to my ears. Candy dishes? What the hell is she talking about? Isn't she getting ready for the swimsuit competition?
"Turn around. Open." Vic's voice says. Now I'm immensely curious as to what the hell is going on. I start to make my way over to where a large crowd has formed.
"Oh, there she is! This guy is like an inch away from death." One of the agents running surveillance says.
"Oh, but what a way to go!" Another idiot yells. My blood is burning with a rage I am unfamiliar with. Most of the girls I sleep with or "date" I don't feel attached to or feel certain protectiveness over. Not like I feel about Grace. Grace is special, she's so unique. She's like that rare jewel you find and you know you just have to have it. She's the pearl in an oyster. Tough on the outside but absolutely beautiful on the inside.
I'm walking through the crowd as I say, "Hey, chumps, break it up, nothin' to see."
"Whaddya mean?" Someone in the crowd throws the question out. I'm standing in front of the T.V. by now.
"Break it up, break it up. She's a federal agent. Come on give her a break." I refuse to let anyone see my Grace and I remember our conversation from the night before. She really does deserve the respect these idiots refuse to give her. So I'll give it to her, at least it's someone right?