You don’t think that’s the only part of the White House being monitored, do you?” I asked innocently.Marilyn’s eyes snapped open, and she grab...ed at the bedcovers we were unfortunately lying on. “No way! You don’t ... no!”“Marilyn, ask any cop, ask Suzie’s husband, John, they’ll all tell you that most murders are by the spouse.” This was probably bullshit, but it sounded like something off Law and Order. “They have to protect me. Look, there’s a camera over there.” I pointed at the molding up. Grace even brought me another cup of coffee before they went to join the other wedding planners.Finally I wandered into the galley for KP duty. I immediately put up my private shield. I didn't want ANYONE hearing my thoughts. I WILL tell you that it took longer today than it did last night, to put the galley back in order.Wearily, I plopped down in a booth. I was sweating, and the apron I wore was soaked. Doing dishes on a moving train was a lot harder than it looked. I scanned around the train. We made it inside the building lobby withoutanyone approaching us, though.Inside, we were met by a receptionist sitting at her desk. She looked tobe in her early twenties, and her face lit up when she saw me and I evenheard her squeal."Hi," Dad said. I could see the small smile he had as he watched herreaction. "We're here to see Judy Kirkland." Yes," the girl replied, showing her professionalism by taking her eyesaway from me and looking at her computer. "She's expecting you and shouldbe out. Sweet she said. I always thought it was too sweet and had a metallic taste. Try the baby-oil gel, its berry flavored I said dryly. Really, why would they make a flavored baby-oil…? she caught herself. We laughed. Take off your top I said. And she did, revealing her pert B cups and letting them move freely. I cupped a boob and massaged it as I leaned down to kiss her deep. She was into it and we tongued each other for a few minutes. I stood behind her and leaned over her. I ran my hands down.