Smith's driveway that Sunday just after Church. It was the only time I knew for sure that she would be home. We went to the same church so I took adva...tage of the knowledge. I went to the door still wondering if 'Mr.' Smith was home and not knowing what to do if he was, if nothing else I though I would maybe at least get the feel of her place for a future visit perhaps? To my delight she answered the door still in her Sunday best. She wore lipstick of a dark red and had her eyes done up very. , Davidson - we need to talk." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My talk to the emotionless General Douglas was confusing and unexpected. The Government were unsure on what my 'abilities' would mean to the country. A good 2 or 3 hours was spent grilling me as to my political leanings, my sympathies to fringe groups, my religious beliefs and. I made my way to the bathroom and started up the shower, stripping down and throwing the dirty clothes into the hamper.The bathroom door opened and I turned around. Monica was standing in the doorway, yawning a little bit. She stared at my bare ass and raised an eyebrow.“Hey. My eyes are up here.”“Manuel would love this sight,” she teased.“NOT gonna happen, hun.”She smiled to herself and her eyes lit up with amusement. “I’m gonna go make breakfast, okay?”“Alright. I’ll be out in a bit.”I turned. “I really need to get on to other things, so let me hear what Consuela has to say. In the meantime, can you get me the current markups of the Interior Department’s budget?”Snapping back into ‘official office mode, ‘ his secretary replied “Certainly, Sir,” as she jumped to her feet and exited the room, closing the door behind her.Consuela was almost doubled in laughter as she rolled her eyes and said “Say good-night, Gracie.”Jason chuckled at the comment, while at the same time trying to restore.