Monday, August 19, 2013

Journal Entry #9 - Special Agent Frances Vecchio

8:40 am

I'm old. But I ain't that old. Vecchio's somewhere in her early thirties and put up. How am I suppose to resent her being forced on me as a partner when I can't keep my eyes outta her shirt?

Atkins asked if there was a problem. The grin on his face said he knew what I was thinking. I noticed his eyes dancing around her cleavage too.

I lied. Said Agent Vecchio and I would get along just fine. Then he told me to put her at the desk next to mine and bring her up to speed. 

I motioned that she should follow me and walked out. I ain't happy about this, but I figure if her legs are half as good as the rest of her ... I'll manage.

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