Fortunately he was very familiar with the area, so was able to take the most direct route to his car, without taking time to work out where to go. Alt...ough he would have liked to have continued talking to her to keep her reassured, he knew that he would need all his energy to carry her that far, despite what he had told her and he realised that he would need all his breath.He tried to distract himself from the strenuous effort by trying to peek at her breasts, but her bra covered everything all. The only definitive way she was going to find out was when she got there, and when she does, she would have to play it by ear and think on her feet.It would take roughly half an hour to get there and the time to leave was drawing near. With a last hug and a good luck from Bern, she was out the door.The short train journey to her destination was a little unnerving. Full of bored husbands in off the peg suits, following the same mundane routine every day, travelling to their over worked and. Of the two older men, the very good looking silver-haired one was J. Howard Barrington, III, officially a political lobbyist, but known all over Florida as possibly the most powerful man in the state. The other balding heavier set Italian man with the thick New Jersey accent was known by everyone as Uncle Gino, and he owned the most elite and expensive private investigation company in the southeastern United States.Barrington leaned forward and asked, “Gentleman, how goes our little. Ghar pahunch ke baithe toh Bimla chai le kar aayee. Aur saree ka pallu rah rah ke hat raha tha nabhi ke upar se.Aur nabhi ki zhalak mil rahi thi. VP ki nazar baar baar Bimla ki nabhi pe aur breast ki lakiron pe hi atki hui thi. Bimla mere bagal mein sat kar baith gayee. Aur meri kuhni Bimla ki kamar se sati hui thi. Usne hum dono ko apne ghar aane ka nyota diya. Bimla ko samjha ke le gaya tha.Bimla ne uske ghar slip ho kar girne ka natak kiya. Uske bharibharkam sharir ko sahara dene ke liye VP.