"Maybe she just think you're sexier than he is," Myra said, smiling. "I don't blame her if she does, I find you much sexier than your brother too. Just come back soon, Shauna told me she makes the best cooked lunchfor miles around." She sent Clarice the image she could see of Shauna bent over the cooker, her miniskirt pressed tight against her ass. "Try telling me that's not a great view there."<br/><br/>"Is everything okay?" Shauna called out.<br/><br/>"Sure," Myra replied. "Let's face it," she said to Clarice, "you'll have a better lunch here than you will at the CIA."