Pamela got to the hotel suite where she'd booked the room about an hour early and she quickly got undressed and spent nearly a half-hour trying on the...various lingerie items she'd purchased. She'd have to tell Judge Redding she wanted a credit card or an expense account if he expected her to continue to purchase some of the expensive bras, panties, garter belts, and stockings that he liked for one of his sexual partners to wear and model for him.When Pamela heard the keycard unlock the door to. She dragged her eyes away from her pert breasts, she could see her nipples through the material. She walked over to the bed and waited.She considered walking out, nobody makes her wait ten minutes, no one! But the pay was too good. There was nothing to do in that room all there was, was a bed, covered in a red satin throw and now, the sweet smell of her perfume. She wondered who would walk through the door. To be honest she didn't care. She was paid not to. But still she wondered, would she get. - Thank you so much. She hesitates a while and then enter. She sat down and I looked at her thighs, under that short, white skirt. Her skin had goose bumps and she shivered a little. I turn up the heat in the car and she gave me a smile. I love those short but so powerful moments in life. - Where are you going? I asked. - I’m not sure, anymore, she said. I was going to a party but I don’t feel like party anymore. My boyfriend is an ass-hole who just dumped me, yesterday. And my girlfriends. ’ After hanging the earpiece back on its receiver, he turned to us with a smile, and said the two words that we’d been waiting months to hear, ‘It’s over.’ We shook hands around the room with a sense of satisfaction, but without the jubilation that was sure to be felt around the world — at least among the victorious Allies. Those of us in the diplomatic community knew there was plenty of work left to do. For those of us in the American Embassy, we knew that winning the war was only part of the.