Did I honestly want to test the suit? What if it didn’t work? Would the bad guys kill me for snooping around? What if it did? What if I learned something I couldn’t handle?
The questions continued pouring through my mind. Honestly, I could have stood there for hours debating why I should or shouldn’t put the damn suit on. Finally, I kicked off my shoes and stripped out of my clothes.
So many doubts entered my mind as I tugged on the extremely tight garment. It was so snug I was afraid it might cut off the circulation in my legs. Before I slipped the balaclava over my head, I noticed a pair of low-heeled, lace-up boots. They were the same gray-blue as the one-piece. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I put them on and then added the mask. I tucked in my hair and then walked toward the bathroom.
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