It will take only a minute, so cool your heels.’ ‘Damn it, when I tell you to do something I expect it to get done. I’ll wait, I can’t go on t...e field with that big rip.’ I was trying to fade into the background when the moose spotted me again. ‘Hey little girl, come on over here and talk to Uncle Jorge.’ It was the last thing I wanted to do, but there’s was no place else to go to. When I got near him he took my hand and said, ‘Come on sweetie, I’m not going to bite you.’ I thought, ‘I wouldn’t. " I asked."Yes ma'am, We should be there in under three hours if we get a favorable wind." he said. We were wheels up by noon and on the ground by three thirty. Small planes like that weren't all that much faster than a car, but there were no traffic jams or speed limits along the way.We rolled to the general aviation area of the Dulles Airport. A limo driver was on the tarmac to meet me. "Ms Porter." he said holding the door for me. I slipped into the rear. There was of course a very prissy. .. It was too awful! Too obscene! The troubled blond slipped over to the bed where she had left her purse, picked her travel brush out and began brushing out her long blond hair. She tilted her head as she brushed in languid, deliberately soothing strokes, pulling out the highlights that shone brightly under the artificial lighting of the small chandelier dangling from the ceiling. Imagine having a chandelier in your bedroom! Imagine having one in your prison cell, the ambassador's wife thought. "What do you want?" he shouted out."Shit, shit, shit," he heard her saying."Bobby, can you do me a favour?" she asked sweetly."Sure, sis," he said, switching his TV off again and getting up and heading to his sister's room."No, no, you mustn't come into my room," she screamed."What the fuck?" he said."Look, Bobby," she said, "fuck, this is embarrassing. Look, brother, Mark's left me lock up, shit." What?" said Bobby."Handcuffs, that bastard Mark as left me locked up," she blurted out."Holy.