She took my hand as she stood up and I guided her into her bedroom. Once there I stood in front of her and kissed her on the lips, It was a lingering ...iss but not a French Kiss. As we broke off the kiss I stepped back and asked “Can I take your bra off? I knew from my spying that she loved to be undressed by a man.She smiled and said “Of coarse if you want”I walked behind her and kissed her neck as I removed her bra, still kissing her neck I slid both my hands forward and cupped her silky soft. It didnt help that she was wearing a pair of very short shorts and a tight fitting tank top. I had backed my truck up as close as I could get it, and she took me into the apartment to show me what she needed help moving. We quickly got to work and started filling the truck. It didnt take us long to get a full load in the truck, and we hopped in and she directed me to her grandparents house, where all the furniture was going to be stored in their garage for the time being. We said our hellos to. “We have to get going,” Cinnamon sniffled. “I already checked you out.”I grabbed my bags and we went to her car. She drove to the dock. We walked to the boat. It was basically a freight boat carrying some passengers. Although that was just a auxiliary function. I learned later that they also carried mail in a large vault. I checked in with one of the crew on the boat. He showed to a room. It had two sets of bunks. I put my luggage in the storage locker under one of the lower bunks, locked it,. Just in case ... Is it Ok t have him fly up here to meet with us to get the papers in order?" Still holding a sobbing Polly, Hawk said, "When we're done eating, have Harriet, outside my door, make a note to set it up, then let her know when he can come, so the Secret Service can pick him up and transport him here."Polly worked hard to pull herself together. She was as worried about me as she was hurting for herself, and tried to soften the blow by stressing the positives of going to Sweden on.