‘Anything you want Rachelle.’ Robert said as he reached behind her for his clothes. Rachelle key punched the security pad next to the double entra...ce door. The early evening sun came shimmering through her beveled glass windows. Throwing light all around. Two stain glass windows of Unicorns and fairies bathed the white carpet in multi shades of pastel colors. Everywhere Robert looked he saw only beauty. Leaded crystal chandelier hung in the entrance hall. He was taken back of the opulence her. "Well, Brad, I'm sure after she shows me where she hid the hors d'oeuvres, she'll be glad to talk to you some more. Sorry I interrupted. Stephanie?"Darren turned to look at Stephanie. Her mouth was drawn tight in anger. If this were a cartoon, there would have been steam coming out of her ears."No, damnit. No more. You," she pointed at Darren. "Kitchen. You" she pointed at Brad, "get the hell out of here. Now. I will not have you in my house one second longer."Brad seethed. Darren could tell. In fact he actually had one minor and two major problems. He was totally unaware of the really dangerous problems. Kar had set a date for the economic crash. It was to be five weeks before the next Muldavian presidential election. Unknown to Kar some of the most patriotic public servants worked around the president. They were the Protectors, the equivalent of Rome’s Praetorian Guard. They were to be willing to take a bullet that was supposed to kill the president. They loved their country more. I was sitting on the bed feeling a little let down when she came over and stood in front of me. "Put your hand up my skirt." she said. " I want to feel what its like to have a man run his fingers over them." I put one hand on the outside of each leg. I slowly ran my fingers up her skirt. It was electric. "You've got soft hands - not like my Eric." she said with her eyes closed tight. I moved one hand to the inside thigh and kept slowly sliding it up. She did not stop me. She was wearing french.