He seems unusually pleased with himself, and expansive. She wonders what it was, but since they all seem to know what it is, they are busy talking and...making jokes about how much it will be worth, and something about working copies, and... women - using them on women. Harding makes a joke in Spanish that she mostly can't understand, something about tingling pussies, and the latinos crack up, rolling around in fits. It sounded very obscene to her, but she can't quite... At that point it occurs. "Can't you keep that fucking nudger of yours in one place! How am I supposed to do anything with it if you're bucking and twitching like a donkey with thistles under 'is saddle." Helena was kneeling on the floor of the cellar room, her wrists cuffed behind her back. Dressed in a simple black dress, her dark hair pulled back and fastened behind her head, she looked demure but her manner was anything but submissive. "I hope your Prince is a bit easier to manage, I can't be fucking having with. But, how? She sat down at her desk trying to come up with a good plan. She idly tapped her fingers on a stack of papers, as she thought. It took her several minutes to realize what she thumping on. It was the file for her story on local prostitution. She smiled to herself as a plan began to form in her mind. It was oh so naughty, but it might be what the little bitch needed. She started humming to herself as she opened the folder, found the number she was looking for, picked up the phone and. Expect a lot of fireworks. The press is being prepped to go postal the moment the papers are filed, and their opinion is that allowing a man who dates women to serve in government is going to be the end of democracy.” We chatted for almost an hour and gave up without really figuring out how to proceed, beyond defending our case by following the law of the land.“Graydon Files Nuclear Lawsuit to Stop Morrison”“Finally Time For Justice To Be Served On Out Of Control Morrison”“Graydon Lawsuit Said.