“Good morning Eunice, how did you sleep?”“Good morning Natalie, I slept fine and you?”“Fine, thank you.”“You look deliciously hot, Natal...e. I bet all the guys and gals want to get in your pants.”I give her a wink and a pat on her firm arse. She looks at me, surprised as her face reddens from embarrassment. She bumps me with her hip, giggling nervously.We both get a bowl of fruit and go to the great room. Curling up on the sofa, we eat our fruit and talk about what to do today. Natalie keeps. I desperately want to have sex with a dog!” She drops her head, her long fringe hanging down over her face, hiding her embarrassment, or perhaps just trying to cover her sense of excitement. Two other office girls in the background cheer and clap at her admission.A few seconds later, and she’s in full-flow, words gushing out as she tells her story direct to camera.“A long time ago, when I was just a little whip of a thing ... I was at university and at the start of the year everyone was still. Secretary. We received intel from one of our stations that several surviving members of the Iranian regime have joined up with surviving radicals from North Korea and claim to have a miniaturized nuke and the ability to launch it. We are assuming that the target will be Guam, because that has always been the Norks target. There is some human intel backing this up, but we need to avoid focusing on one target, because the radicals might decide to feint that way and strike Japan, or Hawaii.“As. I feel his hand softly caress me as I stand and turn back to him once again. A faint blush has washed over his face and his eyes are beginning to take on a hazy look. He smiles sheepishly. ‘I’ve been thinking a lot about you…’he tries to begin. Trying to ignore this, I look at the paperback in my hand. ‘This is one of my favorites.’ I say, for want of anything else. ‘The Garden of Eden, Hemingway.’ ‘You’ve read a lot of Hemingway?’ the first real question he has put to me. ‘Everything, almost,.