Her figure, however, was excellent. Confidence and authority oozed from her. She chatted with a saleslady briefly, then carried a couple of dresses to...ard the dressing room.Not wanting to be too obvious, I returned to the atrium and sat on a bench. A few minutes later, she emerged, carrying a package.I took up my position as close behind her as I could, staring avidly at the backs of her legs. My pants got tight and I surreptitiously adjusted myself. When she stopped and turned sideways to look. He'd had the privilege of meeting her a couple of times, but only for a brief hello. "Yeah sure I do," he replied, hoping he didn't sound too excited."Well I ran into her today, she's in town for a few days and I asked if she could give you some pointers on your acting. She is an award winner and all that after all," she said, on the brink of rambling. He didn't care though, just the thought of seeing Gillian Anderson in some kind of personal manner made his mind race. He was sure she could. That was mostly because it was with the U.S. Ambassador Sharon Klein, and he knew she intended to push yet again for "more trade", by which she would mean opening the country up to American multinationals like McDonald's and Coca-Cola, and buying Boeing aircraft to replace the Airbus 380s Air Kobekistan currently used. The mere fact that the U.S. President in her wisdom had appointed a woman as the ambassador was insensitive enough, but to try to push junk food and drink on his country was just. Gina sat down, and we ran through the basics: ages, jobs, how we knew Daphne and Shay. You know the stuff we girls like to cover, and then I offered to fetch her some breakfast.“It’s no bother, honestly, just sliced fruit and yoghurt,” I offered.“That’s so lovely of you, but honestly, last night’s flight was full of really needy passengers, and I was on my feet the whole way, and I really want to run through my yoga routine. I ache, and I need a good stretch.”We sat there chatting, and all I.