That was the one fact that had made Joe Buckley sit up and take notice. There was a world of difference between; "Thanks, Joe" and "Thank you".One hou... after Henry had been ensconced with his private secretary, the intercom on Glen Anderson's desk buzzed.There were three things as a general rule that would make bureaucrats 'duck'. One, was a 'Steamroller' coming up the chain. Two, were lots of 'heads' rolling back down that same chain. And three, was a 'polite, personal, request' from Henry. Anyway, we gave it a try.For lack of a better idea, I drove my little black Accura down to Jamaica Plain and found a place to park that seemed to be reasonably safe. It was close to 10:00 PM and pretty dark. Of course there were street lights, but street lights don't do a hell of a lot of good that late at night.Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained. I did play it safe by carrying my baton in my hand so that it would be ready at a moment's notice. I walked away from my car and didn't get 100. ’ ‘I seriously doubt that!’ he muttered under his breath as he looked down at the schedule lying on his desk. It was a snapshot of his month ahead, and his gaze fell on the weekend at the end of the month, which had been highlighted. He was supposed to be going down to London from the Thursday until the following Tuesday, and he’d been hoping to take his new assistant with him. He glanced up at his new assistant as she sat waiting patiently for him to remember her presence. She was just way too. Micheal quickly caught my hand to stop me as he softly said that I am supposed to be comfortable. He had me close my eyes while I smelled different oils and I picked out a soft musky vanilla thinking about how much Sam loves that the scent and it would linger long after I shower. Micheal stood at my head and started massaging my neck with the warm oil. It didn't take long for me to relax and enjoy the strength in his hands as they worked their magic on my neck and shoulders. As.