"I held out my hand. "I'm John Charles," I said.The woman took my hand and shook it. "I'm Charlotte Jefferson," she said, "I'm not really Stacie's aun..., but I've always felt like I was. You just take care of her, now."I said, "I will, Ms. Jefferson. Here's my card. Call me anytime."As we loaded the last bits into the trunk, I noticed that Stacie was favouring her right arm. After I helped her into the car, she sat cradling the arm and moaning softly. That was quite enough. I had to do. I could not risk boldness, our organization booked no nonsense of any kind, especially anything that could be interpreted as sexual harassment, but I risked all anyway, proof that men always think with their smaller head. I knelt at her feet, almost between her thighs. I kissed the inner silkiness of her right knee enjoying the soft sensual aromas of her soap, perfume and the gentle hint of her sensuality. The gentle caress of her hand at the back of my head, the soft moans offering. "That's it. All of it.Made me wonder if the Judge provided these guys and not the dealer. It was something to seriously consider, until I remembered that Catherine said that they had one of their crews moving the plane to DC for me.The rear bedroom is just fine, and the king bed was fitted at an angle to make it easier to walk around, so it didn't make the sleeping area feel like the inside of a little travel trailer. It felt just fine, and I caught a catnap on the way down, which truly shocked. There, thought it is close to noon day meal, we find that we are not hungry. With Nimrod off doing his rounds, Saul and I decide to stay in and work on his technique of calming influences."'Nosis," Saul says softly as he nozzles my neck. "you need to relax more." this is after he has pulled me into his lap.I wrap my arms around his waist and chuckle. "I would if I could but being that I am one of a kind I have much to live up too." I say dryly in to his neck."You take too much on Miss One of a.