My cock was getting hard. I wanted May but not tonight. I wanted all night to enjoy her. We broke off. I started the car and soon we were in May’s d...iveway. May said, “Jack, park beside the garages as nobody from the road can see the car from there.” I said, “May I have really enjoyed myself tonight. I want us both to think how far we want this to go. You are a married woman. I do not want to put you into any embarrassing situations.” May said, “Thank you Jack but I think you can see that I am. It was child play for Gwendolyn to slip the powder into her maid’s drink, she sent her out of the room to look for her favorite brush (conveniently hidden in her closet) while she poured it in and mixed it. When Brandy returned empty handed she forgave her maid and sat quietly as Brandy drank her milk and tucked her in. The pretty maids eyelids were already getting heavy as she bade her mistress goodnight and stumbled a little back to her own room. Quietly getting out of her bed, Gwendolyn. I just wanted a nice quiet drink, before I had to sit in traffic and wait endlessly for it to move. Living in London wasn't at all exciting, too busy, people pushing, no manners and no patience. Looking around, I saw a few people in couples, looking like they were not really supposed to be here, meeting in secret no doubt, before going home to their Husband and Wives. Wanting to stay in the shadows, out of sight, with no one questioning why they were there.I had placed my handbag at the side. "Why?" he asked coldly, his voice reminded me of David Jones' with its harshness.I let the smile fade from my lips."Perhaps you should ask the Director of Support that question."All eyes focused on the man sitting on the Director's left hand side. For someone who'd worked so hard to get so high up in government service, he sure didn't seem to enjoy being center stage very much.The Director decided to try and resume control of events."Dr. Blacktower, whatever Mr. Quinlan may or may not have.