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Amanda Fairbairn was standing there obviously antsy, shifting from foot to foot like a sprinter, fingers at the zipper of her midnight blue jumpsuit. Inching it midway down her sternum as they peered around the doorway at the security man. "Now?"

Jude put her fingers to her lips. "Keep your pants on."

"Aw."

Jude grabbed her young accomplice by the shoulders and pulled her back into the stairwell. "Jeez," she whispered, "you're really hot to do it, aren't you?"

Amanda nodded with a sort of crazed enthusiasm. "What a rush."

Jude rolled her eyes.