“Yes tomorrow afternoon after I go goose hunting with friends and I will take you on Sunday too if you want, unless we find something more fun to do...” I said.We went home even though there were reporters trying to ask questions. At home - after settling down and unpacking - my mates and I went through the tunnel to the meeting room in the basement.I took the General and the Admiral carrying the football and the codes along with three Secret Service agents - Greg Archer, Damien Carter, Graham. We'll go out, get food, do something like a movie or a party or something, but we'll always end up here with you on the bed like this. We'll do this every Friday, maybe you'll eventually get lucky and I'll take a turn in that cunt of yours."Becky watched him as he spoke and noticed something a little different about the guy, that this time he wasn't as confident as he'd been with every other spoken word. When she felt like she might have some energy back in her arms she finally pulled herself. Is Jenkins in his office?" "Yes, he is." "I'm sorry, forgive my asking but what is your name." Steve asked the receptionist. "I'm Kimberly Evans, Mr. Williams, remember?" "Sadly no. The accident, you know." "Yes, of course. I'm sorry. Should I buzz Mr. Jenkins?" "No, that's ok. Just tell me how to find his office. I want to have a look around anyway." "Sure. His office is the third door on the left. Your office is right across the hall from him." "Ok thanks, Kim." Steve said. The receptionist. "Did she catch up with you in the hall? I saw her leaving just before you made it to the door."Robby blinked, amazed that a classy woman like her was paying him that much attention, and then he blushed when he recognized that Dawn had spotted his stalker while he had been completely oblivious. Dawn tipped her head back in a laugh, her wavy chestnut hair undulating with the motion."I see that she did," she chortled. "Good for you, Rob. See ya around, okay?" She turned and left after Robby's.