I got up once to get morewine and loved how comfortable I felt in my things.After a quick bite I was getting kind of bored so I decided to hit oneof t...e bars across town. Of course I couldn't go out as Karen so Ichanged out of my skirt and top and selected a tight pair of jeans and abutton down shirt. The shirt hid my bra and camisole but you could makeout the panty lines under my jeans if you looked closely. From afar, Ilooked like any other guy. If you got up close and touched me, you. The next night she did come see me, I could tell she was extremely nervous, she sat far away in the hotel room while we chatted and got to know eachother a bit.I asked if she wanted to touch hands, which would make me the first man ever to touch her. She was reluctant, but I made my way to the sofa she sat in and just sat next to her. we talked a bit more until I put my hand out for her to touch.She put her hand on mine and we let them just rest together.I put my other arm around her and. I then brought my lips close to John's ear. By now, here in the cab on the way to his apartment, the secret was out, so I told it to him plainly."You realize you're getting lucky tonight, don't you?" I moaned into his ear.John tongued my neck, giving in to his temptation, and said back, "Baby, I thought I was lucky the moment I saw you."I wanted to explode with laughter at that cheesy line he just dropped, but I held my composure. I thought it was adorable anyway, and took it as a compliment. ”“Oh, and one last note, Michael. Carlos, the driver? You know him, right?”I nodded.“He’s a candidate for witness protection if he wants it. Our best inside source. We don’t think Monsieur M or anyone in his organization knows about him, but it’s probably better for Carlos and his family to disappear. With some suitable cover story, of course.”A week or so after the arrests the ambassador let it be known his wife needed him back home in Sacramento. He resigned his ambassadorship and left post a.