As soon as Sarah exited the classroom, she went to clean out her locker. She gathered together her textbooks and along with all the other pieces of junk that she had accumulated in an entire year. She packed everything that she wanted in her large schoolbag and then walked the distance to the buses. Sarah was rather quiet on the ride home. Normally she would be as excited as anyone at the thought of another school year over. Today all she could think about was her assignment with the CIA. Last night she had imagined such wonderous things as exotic cars, easy money and skilled lovers. The real world was a different place.
She arrived home and was greeted by her mom. Sarah told her mother that she was going to an end of school year party and might not be home to the wee hours of the morning. She thought to cover herself just in case and said she might end up staying at a friend's house if they had had too much to drink. Her mother always encouraged responsibility in Sarah and since her 18th birthday had allowed her to pick and choose the times she came home. Her mother told her it would help her learn some good judgement and make her more accountable for her own actions. If only she could tell her how much her actions were being counted on and how her judgement would be put to the test.
At around six o'clock Sarah went to her room and started to get ready for the party. She couldn't have a shower, as she was certain the wire wouldn't react well with water so she spared herself with some of her most expensive perfume. Hey, could she claim that back as an expense she wondered to herself. Best ask Carter that next time she ran into him. She selected a short skirt that she had bought a while ago to wear but hadn't found a reason to wear yet. An undercover agents needed to look sexy she thought. She wore a simple red g-string to match the color of her dress and in order to cover all the equipment strapped to her, she choose a black collared shirt that buttoned down the front. To top it all off she selected her faithful Doc Martin boots. Ever fashionable and perfect for kicking down any doors that needed kicking down.
After an hour getting ready Sarah got her mom to drop her off at the place the party was at. Not the coolest means of transportation but it was all she had. The CIA guy hadn't given her any instructions other than to be at the party and he certainly didn't say anything about transportation arrangements. Once inside the party was in full swing. People were filling almost every room in the house. She bumped into several of her friends there but made up some excuse to brush them off and went looking for Giovanni. Sarah found him sitting in the lounge room relaxing and listening to the music. He was wearing a gray pair of business trousers and a causal black shirt. Sarah knew she needed to get him to take her back to his house but how was she going to get him to do that? |