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making a perfect living frame for her spectacular oval face. She
was the epitome of Aphrodite in the flesh. She was also,
without any doubt, the best dressed spy who ever lived, loving
barebacked loose silks which would cling to her in all the right

places yet flow in the breeze. Many, many men who had
known how dangerous she was fatally let their guard down just
at the promise of an intimate moment with her. Not only did
she have the face and body for such work, she had the ability
to manipulate it. Her voice was dulcet and ethereal; her
movements were power and grace with a feline femininity. All
controlled by a personality which loved the feeling of having no
boundaries yet being totally in control. It is a state one can
only reach when one has no real intimacy with other human

beings. She was an enigma, one who would invoke the deepest
feelings of intimacy from her counterparts, yet was utterly
incapable of feeling anything but contempt for them and power
over them.

The Watcher was well aware of this and would try to look more
at who she was with and get his information in that manner,

not looking directly at her. He feared that close proximity to
her would cause amorous feelings for her in even himself, the
man with the machine for a mind. He wasn't certain, but there
was no reason to take any chances. Her grandfather would
have considered this the highest praise possible.

The Watcher walked at a brisk pace, passed her, and managed
to get into the boutique first. He grimaced as he picked up an

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