A week passed by when Elaine Griffin's office was flooded by diplomats. They came every day. Each day a representative from a different embassy. The d...plomats all complimented Elaine on a wonderful job on boosting up the British Birth Rate. They believed this because she was the Head of the NHS and that she probably did a good job of convincing British people to have more children and that she solved birth defects coming from impotent individuals.Of course young British girls went shagging. “In Russia, our neighbour’s boys always used him like a bitch, when we were younger,” he stated with a sardonic laugh.Observing the puzzled look on my face he chuckled, before resuming, “And he likes it rough just like my Nadia... the Russian way.”I didn’t know what to say and sat there looking at him like a stunned idiot. Geny looked at me with a malevolent expression before asking, “Do you like it rough Petrich?”Observing him for a while I finally asked, “What do you mean by rough?”“Why you. She carried herself well, very gracefully but also with a very sexy, seductive air. We got on really well, and I even went with her to her dad's church that following Sunday - her dad was the pastor of a small baptist church, very strict, very restrictive. She then asked if I'd be her date for a wedding the following Saturday - I agreed.On the day of the wedding, we agreed that I'd pick her up and drive us there. I went to her house, knocked on the door, she opened immediately and stepped. " Get her in here," I ordered and when he didn't make a move to call her in, I yelled at her. "Angie, get your ass in here. I want to see it." She's not going to undress in front of you," Charlie said but stopped when he saw how I was glaring at him.Angie hadn't responded to my demand that she join us in the bedroom. "Ask you're girlfriend to report to me," I said, attempting to sound calm."Cut the Cromwell crap, Sammy. You're not in command here," Charlie barked at me."I fucking well am in.