He told me that he is running late and won’t be able to come pick us up for a couple hours and asked me to get someone else to drop us of. I asked m... trusted batizah and he agreed. He drove us home. We spoke about generic stuff on the journey home. As we arrived at my house, I invited him up for some tea so he could help me bring some of my stuff up as my daughter had fallen asleep and I would have to carry her upstairs. He helped me up and was waiting in the living room. I had brought in tea. “Its too late honey now, lets just do it!” she said. So it was that I was going to have to meet them not only dressed as a girl, but looking like a prostitute! We sat at our usual table in the usual bar in our large shades and floppy hats, and Felicity ordered a bottle of pink champagne. “Don’t you think this will all look a bit decadent,” I complained. But Felicity ignored me. We had already created a buzz in the street as we got out of the car, and groups of locals were collecting and. “I’ll keep these and have our attorneys look them over,” I told him and put the stack of large envelopes under my arm.“Mr. Lightfoot, we were hoping to get some of these signed today.” A lower ranking general spoke up.“You can take them back with you unsigned or leave them with me. The choice is yours! We have to do this the right way for us, regardless of how you’ve planned for it your convenience.”He looked at me and spoke sort of huffy. “Sir, I take offense at your statements.”“Then take. .but then I was hoping you weren’t trustworthy’ ‘Oh really?…..well, your right!…You can’t trust me in an elevator. But come with me anyway…..I have a surprise.’ We got in the elevator and happily we were alone. I leaned back on the wall and looked at her. She was so beautiful. ‘Am I to assume you’re taking me to a room in the hotel?’ she said with a smile. ‘Well, ya know….I WAS a boy scout.’ ‘Oh really? Some boy scout…..what’s that have to do with it’ she said sarcastically. ‘I’m just being.