I shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't be doing this. But damn it, her curiosity was piqued. She wanted to see where this was going to go. "OK, fair enough. I'm wearing this security belt, though; it's got my gun, handcuffs, and all this other security-related stuff on it. Just give me a movement to take it off and get it out of the way." She stood then, reluctantly, not wanting the shoulder massage to stop, and started unbuckling the belt.