"I nodded, thinking that it was nice that Chuck was even closer now. His family and mine seem to have meshed very nicely. It was nice to have him live...next door, or at least as next door as he could be.The morning progressed until it was time for me to go into the shop and get caught up on everyday business.At the shop, Debbie had a stack of messages for me that she said were all bullshit stuff and nothing radically important. Before tackling the phone stuff, I made a tour through the shops and. He wrapped me in his arms in a big hug, and we kissed for a long time. He said, "Sandy, darling, I'm so sorry I was so abrupt with you on the phone; Murray was in my office." I realized that someone was there, my love! Now kiss me again to make up for that!"I told him about the assignment that Paul was giving me, and he said, "Sandy, I'm so proud of you! I guess it means that we won't be seeing much of each other for a few months, when it goes into high gear."I said, "I know, but you'll be in. I turned to Brian Stafford of the Secret Service. “Who do you have working on this?”He turned and pointed at a man behind him, who stood up. “Deputy Director Ralph Basham, sir,” he said.“Pleased to meet you. I’m sure we’ll be talking. Who’s the guy running this on the FBI side?”“That would be Executive Assistant Director Collins Barnwell,” answered Basham.“Is he here?” I asked, looking around. Nobody was jumping up, so I turned to Freeh and gave him a raised eyebrow.“You only specified my. I loved his touch on my ass as it makes me feel so much wanted. I am no object of fantasy for him, instead he makes the moments spend with him for me to fantasize about as I still cherish our first night like I was married . He raised his hand gently upwards on my back and applied pressure on my back signalling me to bend down with my elbows on the kitchen slab. I obliged to whatever he told me to do. He bent down on his knees to plant small pecks, followed by a more succulent kiss.Trying to be.