<div class="floatright">(http://i1133.photobucket.com/albums/m592/MistressofPen/Steph01.jpg) </div><strong>Character:</strong>Stephanie Kane<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Penthouse Kitchen, 63 Wall Street, NYC, NY<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Jeans, boots, sweater,<del>scarf, leather jacket</del>.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Valdez<br/><hr/><br/>She had half hoped he’d go easy, tell a lie that all would be fine and they were the next in a long line of super secret cells that operated at the fringe of the law to take care of things that no one ever knew a whisper about.  Poof!  That little dream thought went away.  She moved to the sink to wash her hands and idly dried them with paper towel, staring out the window at absolutely nothing.<br/><br/>Her last few stories had been about such a super secret cell.  Of course, she’d made hers international.  And, the editor had knocked them out of the sky, turning them into nothing more than romance novels that Stephanie burned.  Was that really why she was here?  Had she hit too close to home and they wanted to keep watch, rein her in and then, to use a really good word from a TV show from the 80’s, cancel her?  Lovely thoughts.<br/><br/>Oscar was speaking again as he fiddled with his damned sauce.  Stephanie leaned against the edge of the counter as he spoke, unable to contain a smile at his absolute nonsense.<br/><br/>“Really?  THAT’s how you want to play it?  Just a straight up offer of sex?  Come on, Oscar, let’s not be cliché,” she said, throwing away the towels.  She no longer was worried who heard what, or if she and Oscar interrupted the discussion in the living room.  “Maybe instead, after we have a successful mission, we assemble at some other location and just have an orgy till dawn.  All of us,” she said with a lift of her eyebrows, and a little smile.  “ We’ll have to put the professor in the closet if he isn’t already on ice…”  she continued.  “De classe to include the target, don’t you think.  And, well, we’re all a little outside his age range.  Though, the girls he went for, weren’t little kids.  I think they threw out that pedophile comment to get our blood up.”<br/><br/>Stephanie smiled at Oscar, realizing she went from suggesting group sex to discussing a possible dead professor and his past habits.  Times, they are a changing, she thought.<br/>