‘So what is going on…?’ That made Harley and Keni exchange glances. Finally Keni spoke. ‘Noreen said you were in the hospital and here in Dall...s for the last three months. Can you prove it?’ That sounded ominous. ‘Yeah, there are records and the police reports and all. Keni, what’s going on…?’ She swallowed hard and pulled a yellow folder from her bag. ‘We stopped off on the way here to talk to Sheriff Jones and get this, it explains things better then we can. Now, if you can prove you have. ”“You will only have to appear Wednesday for the House committee,” Frank added.“The committee is yours, do what you always do dazzle them,” Frank replied as he turned towards his seat.“For those that do not know me, I’m Roberta Jones, my friends call me BJ. I am President of Jones Business Groups. My part of that group has been the security division, both the college and embassies. When I accepted the assignment as temporary Ambassador the security division split. Vicky is now handling the day. “Of course, he does! We’re husband and wife, remember? He expects us to be fruitful and begin multiplying!”“And what did you tell him? This is so embarrassing!”Stefan rolled onto his back and began laughing loudly. “I told him that it was hard to find the time, but that we understood our marital obligations and were pursuing them as best we could.”“Stefan!”“Then I asked him to pray for us so that we would be blessed with many children.”“STEFAN!” squawked Maritsa. “You didn’t!”Stefan didn’t. It framed her face perfectly and made her look classy. She always looked classy. She had a curvaceous body with ‘B’ cup breasts and fantastic legs; when she went out they were always enhanced by high heels. I know that she was a 34B because I got to know her bras intimately on the numerous occasions that I rummaged through her linen basket and undies drawer. I was alwys please to see what she was wearing. Pne night I was round there, the k**s were in bed and her husband Mark had gone out.