“Our guinea pigs are here!” one of the Charlie’s announced with more excitement than he should have. Stacey moved a few steps away from him. Some of the agents were too young and too hopped up on coffee or adrenaline shots to be there at 2 A.M. in the morning holding semi automatic weapons.
“Can you please keep it down? These people are already scared.”
“Sorry ma’am.”
‘Ma’am’ he said. Stacey could never get use to being called ma’am. Even in his extreme excitement, the officer could sense her displeasure. He leaned over looking at her name tag. Only medical personnel and the suits had name tags.
“You’re a doctor…It says Dr. Dr. Stacey Penski. Do I call you Dr. Stacey or Dr. Penski or maybe it’s just Stacey…
Stacey interrupted him, “Just call me Dr. Penski.” Something told her he had a lot more variations to go through before he would decide to stop. She ran her hands across her face, slightly pinching her cheeks, then brushing her hair out of her eyes. Her hair showed her age more than her skin did. A once vibrant shade of red now faded to a murky shade of orange. It had also thinned quite a bit over the years. Her husband said it was part of getting older; she knew it was because of stress.
She caught Bonnie’s attention, who was on the other side of the tent, and motioned for her to come over. They often worked together on these jobs. Bonnie was younger and much smarter then her good looks and enhanced 36 DD’s led on.
WHIPPED BUTTER RULES 💯
3 years ago
