No one could ever accuse Irinarhov of not being pragmatic. Or of lacking tact. Adamska was aware that there were other reasons for patting down people than merely verifying gender. They just weren't on the top of his list.
He drew his gun.
"No," he said. "You do it."
He grimaced. Groping women had never been a favorite past-time. Finding yielding, sugary mounds where you expected the firm rise of a pectoral was disconcerting, to say the least.
"She's your collar," Ocelot added, for conviction's sake.
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Date: 2007-06-12 06:45 am (UTC)No one could ever accuse Irinarhov of not being pragmatic. Or of lacking tact. Adamska was aware that there were other reasons for patting down people than merely verifying gender. They just weren't on the top of his list.
He drew his gun.
"No," he said. "You do it."
He grimaced. Groping women had never been a favorite past-time. Finding yielding, sugary mounds where you expected the firm rise of a pectoral was disconcerting, to say the least.
"She's your collar," Ocelot added, for conviction's sake.
He narrowed his eyes.
"I'll keep my gun on her."