Reckless. Indecent. Hormones effervesce through my bloodstream, swelling my heart, making it race as we selfishly take what we need from one another w...thout regard for the unfamiliar surroundings. Hot and hard, I start bouncing, using the wall as leverage to grind myself to meet his upstroke, our pubic bones colliding and crushing my exposed clit between us. God, I love it. The clicking wetness is audible over the muffled opening bars of Bust A Move a floor below us, our own rhythm syncopated. Later it came to me who he was: our local Tory member of parliament, the Right Honourable Galen Montague Tonks. His wife was a local J.P., Phillipa Tonks.I took two drinks from the tray of a passing waiter and handed one to Natasha, while all the time angling for a better view of what Angie was up to.Between sipping her drink, Natasha said, "Don't worry about that old lecher Galen. He wouldn't know how what to do with a beautiful young creature like your Angie."Her words did not reassure me.. It wasn’t until after the dream that I replayed everything through a different lens and wondered what Susan was thinking. I know she felt something, but was she ahead of me or behind? Had she felt that way before, or was it her first time, too? And more importantly, has she admitted to her feelings like I am having to? Or are they still bottled up inside that stern-but-pretty doctor’s façade? I still have one thing to do before I pick up Jimmy; I need to answer her IM about drinks. I don’t. The rest were set to broadcast fifteen minutes later.The Congressional people seemed to be in no hurry to leave today. Now they were talking about bills that were making their way through different stages in committee, wanting input before they came to my desk.Troy turned on the big screen to Hanna’s channel 34, split the screen to the ZNN station and muted the sound.At 1705 channel 34 went live - Breaking News “This is Hanna Page aboard the USS Thomas in the Indian Ocean. The United States.