He closed the door and turned to see her unbutton her shirt a few more buttons, that hot pink pushup was doing wonderful things, but he couldn't wait ...o see it on the floor.He smiled and she helped him take his shirt off as she led him to the bedroom. He finished unbuttoning her shirt and it slid to the floor. He caressed her slender neck and slipped his arms around her pressing their bodies together. He tipped his head to the side and kissed her with a powerful and passionate kiss, reveling in. "There were obviously people who died during the filming." she said.I gave her a hard look. It appeared as thought the barbie doll look alike had plans to screw me. I suddenly realized that I didn't care whether the TV show survived or not. It was going to be personal between the two of us. Mike needed to break this up right away or else live with the consequences."Will you give me your opinion on something?" she asked."I can't imagine that my opinion has any value, but okay," I replied."Did. Samantha was feeding details about his movements to the people who were behind Renee Carson. She talked her way into the White House using her affair with John Gray as her reference and qualifying experience.The President was so shaken up by John Gray's assassination that he simply accepted her without a second thought."You saved his life. To keep anyone from knowing his exact schedule, everything has been dramatically altered."That one," he indicated Samantha, "is almost done spilling her. Not that I was complaining. She supplied the disco biscuits. Those delicious little tablets of MDMA with which the colours of the world collided and made everything ok every weekend.Not that Holly was a dealer or anything. Her big sister Imogen got them for her. Imogen would only supply enough tablets for me and Holly. She refused to provide any for our other friends because she claimed Holly was too stupid not to deal with all sorts and it would come back to bite her.So it became a Friday.