"After further discussion the members took a vote. All they had to do waspress a button for yes or another one for no. The results were displayedimmed...ately a member had voted. It soon became obvious virtually all therepresentatives had voted to accept Gaby as Queen of Russia.One representative spoke, "We have to think of a suitable present forthe Queen. I understand she has been given the St Petersburg as herpersonal heliport. We could provide her with a fleet of helicopters forit." Sorry. Underneath, she wore a short black skirt along with a nearly transparent white bodysuit without a bra. Black holdup stockings completed the outfit. I was speechless. Mikey walked towards me and purred, “I hope you don’t think I am too naughty. Please forgive me. Do I look naughty?” She certainly did. Before I could reply, Mikey took both my hands in hers. She placed my left hand on the thin material covering her right breast. She placed my right hand under the hem of her skirt. I could feel. During my vigil at the gully I became concerned by the fact that all my stray thoughts had led to Lucy. My divorce was now nearly five years into history and my ex had re-married her son’s biological father almost immediately. I had been loyal to my ex-wife beyond all reason and I felt betrayed. I had in fact been betrayed. Any trust I had in women vanished as soon as she filed for divorce. I knew I was loosing my stepson, he no longer called me Dad. I still lived in our house, too lazy to sell. " Yes," he said. "I am sorry to disappoint your group, but the contact will simply have to wait until we have maximized our information and therefore our chances of success. I would hope you can explain this acceptably to your people, but even if they do not agree I am adamant about withholding my permission—" Um, Carlos, the situation isn't that way, I'm afraid," she cut him off. "In fact, that was one of the things I needed to talk to you about." 'Not that way?' But of course it is; it is.