Then she stopped and leaned against a wall, bag still clutched in front of her. What she did next almost made Jack swallow his tongue. She slowly slid a hand under the bag, her dark blazer helping to conceal her actions. Jack watched in awe as the bag move, ever so little, you would never know just by walking by her, her slender arm hardly moving. He knew exactly what she was doing, and he could picture one of her fingers moving gently over her tight belly and continuing down.