”The President had only been gone a few minutes when Agent North called, “We have an attorney here from the DC center demanding to see the Muslim ...etainee to ensure that his religious needs are being properly supplied.”“No name?” I asked.“No Ma-am,” North replied.“Tell him that our detainee is Catholic and the Cardinal is attending to his needs; then tell him to go pack sand up his ass and not to let the door hit him on the way out,” I replied.“Ma-am, are you sure you want me to tell him. Late 70s, is it?"No idea. "I think so." I manage to stop myself before mentioning an aunt, a guaranteed passion-killer."Might take a while," he warns. "Need to be anywhere soon?"I shake my head. There's no place to sit, but I don't care. Just being near him is the best anesthetic for these cuts and scrapes. "Zan-dahh! You have a call." A cigarette roughened bark rips the air, traceable to the septuagenarian secretary leaning from her office door. Clad in floor-to-ceiling khaki, she brays in the. “Yes! That’s it, now hold it; don’t move until I tell you!” she gasped. He couldn’t understand how having his face wedged between her buttocks and his mouth on her like this would excite her but it did, and Paul held his station as he heard her begin to breathe deeply and moan softly. At one point she reached a hand back to touch the back of his head and then her palm caressed the side of his face. Finally she was ready and she whispered, “Okay, fuck my pussy, Paul, fuck me hard!” He. There was an innocence about her which captivated, but also unnerved him."I'm afraid I won't be very good company," Ged told her. "You'd be better leaving me before I depress you." Nonsense," she replied, "I've decided you need some TLC, and that's what you're going to get." I've booked supper at our favourite restaurant," Gerry said, moving to the door. "Let's go and eat."Robin took his arm and hugged it to her as they left the building. He felt comforted by her affection, even though they had.