Then said ‘Yes?!’ and her thought said ‘what the hell is wrong with him’. The thought I pushed to her was ‘it’s hot in here, and I don’t...like wearing these clothes’. She instantly started to look a little discomforted and I heard her thoughts repeat my command back and were then followed by ‘I wonder if he’d mind if I was naked, of course he wouldn’t, he’s a dude, but should I ask him before I just start to take my clothes off?’ I knew I had to answer her so I said ‘Katie, you look a little hot. Dinner was fabulous! Vicky and I both slept soundly. At 0500 we were in the restaurant having breakfast with a group of VIP’s from the Mossad, the US embassy and my men.After breakfast we were carried to a secret facility in a closed meeting on terrorism. The meetings lasted all day and into the evening. I was careful what I shared and I know they were. We both had levels of classification restrictions we did not cross.‘Trends’ was a repeated word in the talks; it was the new focal point. Lenore brought them up the Fisherman's Wharf area, and to North Beach for a quick lunch of soup and bread. It was a quick trip, though they'd already seen their share of purple hair – on one man's chest – and at least three sets of male couples kissing."Just like Paris," de Puniet said, smiling.Lynne confided to Lenore that she was more than a little sore, and so Lenore started hailing cabs to move them around The City.Now they were at the Cable Car Museum, where Lynne dug in her purse for her. He is a little scared too,” Deb said.“So, you’ve been in the dark too?”“Yeah, but Deb explained it to me the way she says Diana explained it to you. I’m supposed to remind you that when you say stop, it stops.”“Thanks, bud.”I took my wife’s hand and led her out onto the deck with Mick and Diana following. I got in the tub and held Deb’s hand when she stepped over the side and sat into the warm water. Mick did the same for Diana. He and I sat across from each other with our wives between us like.