I figured the way the helicopter was slowly coming towards us, that they’d probably seen us already. It felt like waiting for fate to make the next ...ove. I found myself wondering how such a huge helicopter managed to stay airborne. I watched as it came to rest in the sky above us. The pilot seemed to be struggling to hold it steady. The breeze we had felt was obviously much stronger where the chopper was, probably the updraft from the mountain’s side. I had no idea how to tell if its occupants. “Eric here, I wanted to let you know that Allison is staying the night. If fact, she’s moving in with me. We’ll be by tomorrow to get her things,” Eric told John.“Let me talk to John,” Allison said.Eric headed Allison the phone.“If you still love me and want me to come home, I will,” Allison told her husband, as tears trickled down her cheeks.John knew that he had two choices, either give up his wife or go to prison for statutory rape and lose her anyway.“Do you want me to come home?” Allison. “Put the first picture on the screen,” Troy instructed the video person. As he was talking, the President walked in and to the side.“Now the second and then the third,” he directed.“As you can see, BJ took quite a beating in the attack. She said it is from the seat belt and shoulder harness,” Troy said.“Scott.”“Why the elaborate ruse and silence about the Ambassador?” he asked.“I can’t answer that, her security team was in control and orchestrated her removal from the area. You can ask her that. My hair was down to my shoulders and she had her gay salon friends dye it golden blonde and cut it in a rather feminine style. I didn't object. I suppose the hormones helped make my mind more amenable to the physical changes that were occurring in my body. The cosmetic surgery came next. She had my nose fixed so that it was now tiny, pert, and upturned. My naturally high cheekbones were enhanced by collagen injections and my lips were similarly injected to give them a full, pouty look..