We chatted for a while over coffee and she was happy to be over at my place. The conversation came on to lovers and some of the men she had dated dur...ng her career. She admitted that there had been one or two that had captivated her at the time but all of them, to be honest, were mostly just phonies and that she really wanted to be with an ordinary guy, someone who wasn't some Hollywood phonie.I smiled when she told me this, she was obviously wanting this night to turn into more and that soon. ”I picked up a sucker from the bag in my desk drawer and offered it to the priest. When he shook his head no, I unwrapped it and took my time before the next question. “I’ve seen things like this before.”“I imagine that you might,” Bottomore replied in a quiet voice.“But what has me baffled is this. Someone being videotaped like this is almost always something done as an act of blackmail. What the hell could Bucks want from you? As a priest, you don’t have any money and lord knows Bucks was. . . I would like the chocolate fondue, a slice of cheesecake cut up, somefresh fruit. Make sure there are strawberries. And some various nuts . . . anespresso . . . can you hold a moment?" He leansback and covers the phone. "Princess,would you like some tea or coffee?" He removesthe bit from her mouth. "A latte, please." He replacesthe bit in her mouth. "And a latte . . . . It is 7:45. Can you have it deliveredat 9:00 sharp? If for some reason I am not in, justhave the waiter let himself in,. ” He told her in no uncertain terms that he was not pleased to be there.She began to lay out the same things he already knew; except the amount had escalated to $600 million. He was interested in learning where a young woman like her could get that kind of money. So, he asked her who she represented.She assured him that she was not CIA or MI6 and from his extensive experience with the KGB he was pretty sure she was telling the truth. Vasily knew what those people were like and this beauty had.