Lexi pursed her lips together. She extricated her lingerie from the coach cushions. Just as Neo said, Victoria’s  Secret lived to fight again another day. Stepping into her panties, she held the bra in her teeth. Bending over, she let her breasts fill up the cups and fastened it at her back. She turned around adjusting each one for the best possible cleavage.<br/><br/>“If I get too cold, I will go put on a towel.” She laughed at the expression on his face. “Or maybe go raid Yukima’s white thigh highs. I bet they look different on me than they do on her.”<br/><br/>“Well, you are probably correct about not calling the authorities. For this group to be operating out in plain sight, someone high up in law enforcement has to be in their hip pocket. If we tip our hand, we might be the ones who go to jail. Do you think it would be easier to have us locked up as crazy people or killed? With the right connections, we could even be signed into the mental institution and forgotten.”<br/><br/>Lexi went to the fridge and pulled out another little bottle of orange juice. She had noticed a bottle of champagne and decided a Mimosa would make the passing of time more tolerable.<br/><br/>“We might be crazy, but not so crazy we are taken out for good.”<br/><br/>She noticed Neo patting his chest looking for cigarettes.<br/><br/>“Can’t you call room service and have some cigarettes delivered?” she asked.