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Mail Order Spy: Snowfall

... out, confirming what the report had told her.

She grabbed on of his ski poles, held it and hers in one hand, then held onto his arm with the other, and guided him down the hill slowly, while making small talk with him at the same time as showing him some skiing pointers. As she was careful, they took a while to get down, which gave her the opportunity to firm up her rapport with him, return his skis and poles, help him into the passenger's seat of her rental vehicle, and then drive him to his cabin, listening and following his directions despite already knowing the location; she always did her research before approaching her mark.

Meanwhile, Malcolm sat patiently in his car, watching the departing visitors, hoping to spot Shane with the MSS agent disguised as a skier. He had staked out Shane's car for over an hour while watching other cars in the parking lot. Disappointed that he had yet again missed an opportunity to identify the elusive MSS deep cover operative, he decided to stake out Shane's rented cabin on the way back to San Francisco, thus he started his car and drove off.

After helping Shane inside, at which point she was certain he was alright and just faking disorientation to monopolize her attention, Amanda locked the door and closed all the curtains, while he prepared some hot chocolate for them. She removed her ski wear, underneath which she had on a tight green Christmas sweater with a line of red Santa hats across that clung to her breasts, and tight ...

... black yoga pants that showed off the lean musculature of her legs and buttocks; when she pulled off her snow pants she made sure to have her back turned to Shane as she bent over, and could feel his eyes on her rear as he approached with her hot chocolate.

"Here you go," he offered her the mug of steaming hot chocolate, which contained some marshmallow cubes within.

Amanda took the mug to her nostrils and sniffed for any drugs or alcohol added, then took a tiny sip to verify; although she was sure it wasn't drugged or laced with whiskey or rum, she walked over to the couch and put the mug on the end table beside it, and patted on the cushion beside her.

Shane obediently complied, sat beside her, and made broken and nervous conversation with her about his hobbies at family first, then loosened up and talked more about his research into quantum computing and architecting his latest quantum computer, which he boasted was the most advanced in existence yet. He was a decent-looking young man, with short red hair, a clean-shaven face, and a very white Caucasian skin complexion, likely from staying in for most of the day working on his quantum computer. Once she had guided the conversation into his quantum computing research, he was clearly in his comfort zone, and relaxed, and innocently leaned across her to put his mug beside hers.

Realizing the opportunity, Amanda gently rubbed her lips against his, then stuck her tongue into his mouth as his mug landed gently on the ...