I was met by the captain, who told me his name was Jasque LeMeur, and that I could call him either by his name or Captain. I introduced myself and we ...hook hands. He informed me that the radio chatter was going crazy since they had anchored off my little island. I just smiled at that and asked if he had a secure room we could use for awhile. He looked at me and asked to see my credentials so I presented my Interpol ID. He handed it back and apologized, but said it was necessary for me to be. That night, the president became very nervous about the bet and spent a long time in front of the mirror examining his testicles, turning them this way and that, checking them over again and again until he was positive that no one could consider his testicles as square and reassuring himself that there was no way he could lose the bet.The next morning at exactly 10 o'clock the elderly woman arrived at the president's office with her lawyer and acknowledged the $25,000 bet made the day before. He was now bend over a wooden table, she walked around to him and place an additional set of restraints around his ankles and secured them to the table legs. She massaged his ass and cupped his balls."I'm really going to miss you." You have other clients." he said jealously."Is that why you found someone else? Lack of attention?" No…" he did not sound convincing."Maybe I could pay more attention to you, sweetie. Would you stay then?" No." that sounded convincing.She grimaced and walked over to. But Katie’s aura – her personality and essence was irresistible. Just being alone with her made it impossible not to kiss those lovely red lips. It was the first Monday back at work after our naughty liaison in the archive store. The memory of those fifteen minutes was still lucidly vivid. I was in the store room, looking for a folder. The one I wanted was on the top shelf out of reach. There was one of those wooden step ladder things with a handle on one side, like they have in libraries. I.