“A few higher up intelligence people have been waiting for you to wake up so they can speak to you,” revealed Charlotte. “They didn’t want to ...ake you, but they’d like to see you as soon as possible. I promised to let them know when you were ready to see them.”“I’d better meet with them right now. They may have some intelligence about the attack,” decided Gwen. “Charlotte, would you do me a favor and ask them to come in? I know you’re not my secretary, but I hate to leave Steve.”“Madam. “I’ll just hold on to this,” he said. “I can’t go up there without a bra!” “You can,” he said. It was an order. “They will see. They will know.” He shook his head. “They will only know what we already know. They will know that you are brilliant, intelligent, and a smoking hot beauty.” “Give it back,” she demanded. He continued to shake his head. “This is mine.” “One day you’re going to go too far,” she huffed and buttoned up the three buttons on her blouse. She smoothed the fabric and re-tucked. He walked in the direction of the bar leaving Bob and me on the chaise lounge, both of us spent. While Chris slipped below to quench his thirst, Bob and I fell asleep in each others arms..The awkward position I was laying in put pressure on my already aching back and I was forced to sit up. It was dusk and I had a hard time placing where we were in relativity to the Yacht Club. I stood and walked to the wet bar, filling a flute with champagne and drinking it and a pain killer down in one gulp.. Michael was the man who would help her sometimes, but she had told me that he was gay. Him being an interior decorator, I assumed she was telling me the truth. I pulled my finger out of her pussy and rolled over and got out of bed. She stirred at the absence of my finger in her pussy. She opened her eyes and looked at me staring down at her with a murderous look on my face. "What the fuck are you doing Jon? Why are you looking at me like that?" "Why the fuck were you calling out you GAY.