”“What size cup-less bra are you wearing?”“A sexy, lacy, black one, 36C cup. Is there anything I can do to make this exciting for both of us?�...�“Go to the bathroom and come back with your knickers in your handbag.”“Happy to oblige, but I aren’t wearing any,” she smiled wickedly as she crossed her legs to show the full length of her wonderful creamy thighs.“I want to come to your room in five minutes time and be greeted by you wearing nothing but the jacket you are wearing now, your heels, and. ’ A smile stole onto his face. ‘Warmer now?’ ‘Mm-hmm.’ She moved to sit between his outstretched legs, closed her eyes and leaned back against him. ‘I love it here. I wish it could go on forever.’ She wiggled back farther, pressing close to his body. They sat for a time, both enjoying the quiet moment of silence, neither feeling that words were necessary or even appropriate. Simply being was enough. Simply being, here in the present moment, enjoying the warmth of the fire with its smoky. My passport would be worthless to me now, flagged as aforgery at airports and border crossings, but it was perfectly safefor me to travel within France, and a woman in a Mercedes with Parisplates was unlikely to have to produce her passport while drivingbetween countries in the EU.The train was packed with vacationers returning home to Paris fromthe south of France. Fortunately I'd been able to reserve acouchette, which meant that I'd be sharing a cramped compartment withfive other passengers,. Paul sits him down and explains the situation to him.Cal apologizes, "Sorry about that, you look so much like Nick." I know, I am just tired of you people flipping out about it."Petra walks in at that moment, "I am sorry too. Paul was right about you going in to the facility without a disguise. It would be best if no one knew you."Brother finally speaks, "You will have to be called something. Who are you known as?" The Preacher." You're the Preacher." Yes I am the Preacher." Then you know Chun.