<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6c/Wilma_bard.jpg)</div><strong>"You're going to bed?" </strong>She asked, casting a glance through a window boasting a spectacular view over the evening cityscape.<strong>"It is getting late..."</strong>She observed.  She stood and stretched with a lithe, supple motion that flexed curves and underlying muscle.<strong>"Tomorrow is a big day.  It's probably best to get some rest."</strong><br/><br/>But moments later, she bumped into Joe in the corridor leading toward the his quarters.  She clung weakly to the old man's hearty frame, not rebounding at all from the bump.<strong>"Oh! This corridor leads to your suite, doesn't it?</strong>"  She asked with transparently false confusion.<strong>"The guest chambers are the other way."</strong>Staring him in the eye, she paused for a breathless moment, and then batted thick lashes over eyes as clear and brightly green as the finest emerald.<strong>"Silly me."</strong>She smiled.<strong>"But since I'm here, maybe you could debrief me..."</strong>After a pause barely suitable to give the word double meaning, she added.<strong>"... on some of the finer points of the mission."</strong>