I got a bad feeling those four are bait, and the trap is waiting to close." Junior stopped and studied the four at the picnic table. Carr was right; t...e two facing away from them hadn't even turned around to check them out. Curiosity should have made the at least turn around to watch them approach, but they just sat there, staring at each other across the concrete table. Junior chewed his lower lip lightly as his eyes took in their surroundings. To the left of the pavilion, and set a little. Stared at the ceiling, I wondering what would be next. Then his hands grasped my knees and pushed them open.I glanced down; the wretch was staring at the secret place between my legs, a place not even my husband had seen. The next moment I felt his mouth close around my female parts, his tongue violating me; my body shuddered with embarrassment and disgust. As he probed me, that feeling started. I had experienced it once before, during my honeymoon with Donald. A strange tension, a tingling. They were watching my reaction. And, I did good. My response was truly brilliant.“Huh?” I said. Becca smiled. The young man stuck out his hand to me.“We’re going to be married,” said Becca. “But, dad, it’s cold. Can you shut the door, please?”“Oh, yeah, sure,” I said. I shut the door.It was clear to me that the Pollards, the two older Pollards had gotten the news before me. Not that that was the biggest deal in the world, but I had never even heard of the kid, or having heard, sure as hell. I caught the Ambassador watching intently, concerned, perhaps, that I would disembowel my dance partner with a dessert spoon. I was well aware of my reputation, well aware of the impact my arrival had on the Embassy staff. I could practically smell their fear.When I’d arrived at the airport, I’d been greeted by the Ambassador himself and regretfully informed that I would have to attend the Turkish government’s National Sovereignty Day dinner. An unavoidable complication it seemed; the Turkish.