A nondescriptable shadow suddenly flits along the house walls at night with a small bag of pouches and disappears gently and silently into the otherwise open garage of a preppy, sexy, middle-aged neighbour, correspondingly curvy for her appearance. Through the likewise never closed car door you can inconspicuously get into the slightly petrol-smelling car in the back seat. Once there, you open the bag, put out in the pale flashlight three thumb-sized spy cameras and distribute them quietly with bated breath in the car. One at the front, tucked away in the dashboard, one at the side above th... Show more