, some 2600 miles away. When that happens, we will never see each other again,” he said, sadly.“Oh no, my lord! I don’t want to go! I want to st...y with you! Please don’t allow this to happen!” she said, scared of losing him.“I’m sorry but there isn’t anything I can do. This is the museum’s decision and I’m just a security guard. Besides, you can’t leave the museum like this,” he said, waving his hand over her to explain her animated state.She sat down next to him completely devastated at this. Inside, the Ship provided a comfortable surface for the sleeping girls, and Richardson and the other team member gently put them on it. At Jeff's direction, the stretcher bearers dumped the kidnappers, along with their bags of trash and linens, in another room. As the stretcher bearers and Jeff turned to leave, there was a "whap" of displaced air and the kidnappers were gone, along with the bags of refuse. "Ship sent everything to a dimension that doesn't allow any matter, and the dimension is. He started to get angry and read her the riot act but her ministrationsto his neck and his crotch appeased his anger as it quickly turned tolust. "Come on back to bed," she hoarsely whispered. "After all, a promise isa promise."The passion was as intense as the previous night although he feltsomewhat self-conscious knowing that lingering traces of makeup remainedon his face. His hair resembled that of a porno queen in the throes ofpassion. Despite these misgivings, he soon lost himself in. ’ ‘But is there a chance you might be interested in seeing my publisher’s office?’ Clare murmured conspiratorially. ‘They are conveniently located in the building across the street and we do have a cappuccino machine.’ ‘But do you have amaretto biscuits?’ ‘Barrels full of them.’ ‘Then, I could certainly contemplate the journey, reinforced by your generous donation of pasta and assisted by your arm.’ ‘Donation is hardly the right word,’ Clare frowned. ‘I prefer to think of it as an investment.’ .