Acts calm, looks for Frank

Shannon took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. She could do this. She was a trained professional. She'd set her own reservations aside and do the job. So, forcing her hands which were **** to pull down on her skirt or cover her chest to stay at her side, she started walking barefoot. She strutted, bare legs catching sun, small mounds shaking in their confinement. She could feel the air on her body but refused to look down. She had to look for Frank. She scanned the area, trying to not be distracted by the perfect bodies of both the men and women around her. It was no easy task. Bulging muscles on scantly clad men, perfect hourglass shapes on the tall amazons that were the women here.

Concentrate, she told herself. The sooner she found Frank the sooner she could leave...