But in another two steps, the moment is over, lost, never to exist again. I sense a void in a part of me, and mourn it’s passage.“Gorgeous evening... isn’t it?” she inquires. Is she trying as desperately as I feel to prolong that second of intimacy? It might be pure speculation on my part. And then, again . . .“Yeah, it is. Almost a good enough excuse for a party, isn’t it?” I reply. The light in her eyes dances and flickers, calling me further and further into the caverns of her warm charms. She. He'll be more relaxed then."Dinner was a fairly quiet affair. Joanne and John kept the conversation neutral, asking Chris about how his search for a summer job was going and about a camping holiday the family was planning. It was tough getting two words out of Chris, but his parents did their best to keep the conversation cheerful.After dinner Chris went straight back to his room. Joanne and John watched a cop show on TV and then decided it was the right time to talk to Chris."Let me get. It was the night of my daughters 18th birthday, jenny had grown into a wonderfull women, and was excited at having a house party, her mother had gone to alot of expence to make it perfect. The guests arrived and he party started, we kept out the way so she had her freedom, I peeked my head round the door, to make sure all was ok, I saw Jenny enjoying herself.I decided to go for a walk and leave them to it, when I got back I met my daughter in the hall way,she was a bit drunk she wrapped her. I received several responses, all seemed to come down to the following, 'Details, mere details, don't sweat it!'A big black Gulfstream IV stood on a side runway. As we all boarded, a large package was handed to me. The 'inspector' was already on board, he smiled at us, a rare sight in Moscow from an official, greeting me, Natasha, and Katya by name and motioned for us to relax and have a seat.Several more people boarded now. They were all couples or families, then at the last minute 3 more.