As Timothy erroneously thought the mole spoken of is upon her chest area.    Angela did not pause, as his gaze swept over her breasts.   She reach under her skirt and slip off her panties.  Stepping out of either side until her panties, a thong is laying on the floor at her feet.<br/><br/>His gaze that fell upon her breasts, felt like heat seeking missiles scanning over her flesh.   Even through the room is climate controlled.  She would develop goose bumps along her upper torso and along her arms.    Realizing then he thought the mole is on her chest.  She would give a light soft shake of her head and slightly chuckle.   As if clearing the air.   Or then tension that is very much thick in the air of a sexual orientation.<br/><br/><em>It's not on my chest."</em>She simply say to him.<br/><br/>Then taking a moment to draw her eyes to lock with his for a moment.  That predatory gleam still within them.   He might remember she is an assassin.  But something says that look is not a kill look.   Her hands then go to her skirt and she pushes down the skirt,  stepping out of it like she did the panties.  She now stands before him nude save the sandals she is wearing on her feet.<br/><br/><em>"It is on my privy area,  on the labia.   Should I lay down on the bed so you can examine?"</em><br/><br/>What cannot lie, is the glistening dampness he would immediately notice.   At the angle it is hard to see if she even has a mole down there.