The news was not as exciting as for the first, mainly because I had already told it would happen at approximately this time. The public was learning t... trust my word. I knew that I would need this in the future, not only to bring about what I wanted but simply to stay alive.A year and a half after the peace accord I was called back to Oslo and gained a third award for my furtherance of the peace process. Quite an accomplishment, considering how much money I made selling weapons to the NATO. She's even more beautiful when she comes. And Greg has made me his steady dance partner. He really loves to let it all hang out, and Gracie can't keep up with him. I can. The last time we went out, she had to drive us home. Greg was too tired to find the keyhole to start the Explorer.By February, my disappearance was forgotten by most everyone, and I managed to sneak away with a couple of acquaintances for a weekend at the casinos in Atlantic City. I'm plenty big enough to pass as much older.. Dammit. Even her laugh was perfect. I’m fucked.“I actually don’t think we’ve met before. I’m Katherine, but you can just call me Kathy” she said with a smile, reaching her other hand out to shake mine. I grabbed it and shook. Thankfully didn’t fuck that one up.“I’m George.” I struggled to think of a joke but I just smiled back and simply said “It’s nice to meet you.”She just smiled, nodded, and let go of my. "Anything?" He asked with an eyebrow raise, and another smirk. "Anything." I confirmed with a nod, swallowing hard and just smiling to myself. Had I been sober I probably would not have done anything like this, but right then I was desperate. "Get in the front seat." He demanded as he made his way over to the other side and slid in the drivers seat, to which I got in on the passenger side. Looking back to my friend before realizing that she had passed out. Lovely. When I got in he smirked at me.