”“10-4 - tell the reporters half an hour and I will make a statement,” I replied.I headed to clean up as best as I could; the bullet-proof vest ...ould join the souvenirs in my office at home. I washed my face as gently as I could; I didn’t want it bleeding again. My arms had nicks, scrapes and cuts. I was lucky, very lucky again; there was no way to hide that I had minor injuries. I did put on one of the extra vests.In the communications room, “We have everything running; it all seems to be. “This will be good – take my word for it. And in future, bear in mind we have a deal, Connie and me. So if you want to do her, that’ll be fine. All I’d ask is that when you do, make sure you give her a real seeing-to. Because that’s what she likes. Take your time, but really give it to her.” In the bedroom Connie was an invitation in red. On her back on the bed in red bra, suspenders, knickers and stockings, arms and legs spread wide. Reg went straight to her and put his hand between her legs.. ButI got a problem. I married a man.It started one night when I was traveling on business in New Orleans.After I finished my meeting, I took a walk by myself in the FrenchQuarter, as I usually do. I wasn't looking for love or even to get off.I was just trying to relax.So I go into this well-known old restaurant that serves great steaks andstrong drinks. Next thing I know, a pretty girl dressed casual ischecking me out across the circular bar. She's sitting next to an oldergentleman and. We said we were just going for a ride, and we dressed and got the hell out of there. First though Angie took Sally into the bathroom for a shower, and they went together into the stall and closed the curtain on themselves. Higgie and I peeked in to see if Angie was keeping up the act, and she was, because they were embracing, kissing deeply and shoving their bodies together the way it was supposed to be. Naturally, Sally was reacting from self-pity and sorrow, and Angie was using the situation.