Cassandra
What Crayvin doesn't know is that I set it up to make it seem like I was still not challenging him. So far, it's already had the effect I was hoping for. Meaning he won't try very hard because he is assuming I made it easy again. Crayvin does a quick pat-down on my sides and legs, removes my boots, and is baffled when he comes up short without the discovery of the other three baggies.
"Having trouble, Smith?" Chief asks, the indent of his cheek being pulled in is evidence of him biting the inside to stifle the chuckle that I know he's dying to let out.
Crayvin's eyes land on mine as he stands in front of me, bewildered as he rubs his chin.
If I didn't know any better, I think he was just as reluctant and anxious about doing this with me as much as I am.
Small beads of sweat
