“Does anyone have a fucking idea?” the president asks.“Currently every agency is working on that,” the chief of staff says. “The media will ...un with it and make matter worse. To add fuel to this fire, the American people are going to blame you more than showing concern for your daughter’s kidnapping.”The statement throws the president off a little more than it should have. “What? Why?” he asks incredulously.The chief of staff is about to lay a burden on the president’s shoulders that he knows. Let's just call it an even trade," she said with a smile and a twitch of her eyebrows. "Now let's go find your horse."It took a couple of hours for the pair to find the horse. The animal had not really wandered far, but the trails through the wood did not all cross each other, and following the lead of Danica's enchanted stick in a straight line through the undergrowth proved impossible.Nicholas expressed relief when he found all his belongings intact. The horse appeared glad to have been found. "You mean, like here, now?" he rasped, evidently humoring her."Yes." Grace bit her tongue to avoid saying anything else dumb, and sat back on her heels while her fingers nervously felt for stray tendrils of hair that might be escaping the back of her cap.Wade seemed content to bob in the pool, frustrating her. "I dunno," he equivocated.Why couldn't he just climb out? Grace was dying to lay eyes on his cock again. He could just hoist his ripped body out and stand on the deck beside her -- that. Jessica came around the curtain, “Jill can I talk to you privately?”“Of course,” Jill said, and the two of them went down the hall to a family lounge.“She called my fucking father, Jill,” Jessica said, “She doesn’t remember he tried to kill us. I don’t know what to do.”“Why don’t you remind her that he tried to kill you?”“I doubt she would believe me,” Jessica said, “She’s talking about him like she’s still totally in love with him.”“Tell her that he raped you,” Jill said, “I’m sure that will.