.. and then I remembered...The night of the assassination, when I had Shane hustle Hawk Dryden out of Congress, and get him to the bunker, Renee Carso... was serving snacks to us in my Suite. I looked right at her, and there WAS a congressional page with her, who helped carry it all. I bet he saw her armed, and she knew that he knew she had a gun when she wasn't supposed to.He saw her, and didn't die. She needed him to die before he remembered her being where she wasn't supposed to be. Mohammad. How much do you charge?’ ‘Since you’re my first customer, I’ll write your story for free, so long as you do me a favor.’ ‘Sure, what must I do?’ ‘You see a lot of people in your line of work. All you have to do is tell them about me and my business.’ ‘Yeah, sure, okay. I can do that.’ ‘Do you have some time, now?’ ‘Yeah, it’s close enough to lunch. I can take a break.’ ‘Have a seat,’ I said ushering him into the chair by my desk. ‘How do I start?’ ‘Just think of a story that you’d like to. Then I was released.With a great sigh of relief, I slumped gently back to the mattress. My hands traced and chased eachother back to my shoulders and in sweeping circles on my stomache and across my now fully aroused tits until the left one settled on my right breast, pinching, pulling and gently thumping against my hardened nipple. My right hand, in turn, settled into the hollow between my thighs, just in that crease where my legs become cunt becomes hips becomes me. That place where, despite. I was looking over at her as she spoke, and my sudden hand placement caused her to stop speaking for a moment and look over at me. A smile came across her lips. It felt like she tried to move closer to me. The smile on her face wasn’t the same beautiful bright one that I had been seeing, this one was a sexy, sultry smile. A smile that not only told me she liked me touching her, but almost like she dared me to hold on a little harder. My heart was racing. Her smile had erased all the nervousness.