I approached you, slowly, without noise. I wondered if you could tell someone was in the room with you. When I was next to you I gently reached out an... touched your leg. You flinched and tried to pull back but the bindings prevented it. “Who’s there?” you asked. But I didn’t answer you. Instead I ran my hand down your leg all the way to your foot, covered by a black pump. Leaning in I kissed your knee. You caught your breath and pleaded with me to identify myself. I ignored you again, and. This was politically a big deal, so there was no way to keep his travel plans secret. Actually, the travel to the grand event was a part of the event, so any assassins had no trouble knowing chapter and verse on his travel plans.He traveled with an official bodyguard of troops, and the whole trip was to be by flier. At least, that way I would be able to cover the journey in my new ship, so I had a tremendous advantage of speed and armament over any other fighter that was likely to show up. I was about write sorry and apologized that I got a ping back, Funny pic. Did not know you’re this side. Now I was dumbfounded because I was expecting her to ignore or severed all ties or report me but here I have a person who enjoyed the pic. Now I am a married man and know how woman behave over such stuff. I replied that I am sorry for the pic which was meant for my male friends. Komal replied “no worries”. This started our conversation over whats app. My wife as luck could have been was not. "Cassandra's alive and well."Yeah, well, if she was alive and well, then why hadn't she come looking for me? Good question, eh? Cassandra would be a millionaire; finding the husband she walked out on four years before should be no problem for her.Well, when you think about it, there's only one answer to that question, isn't there? Cassandra must have been stringing me along all the time, maybe to get her own hands on that trust fund of hers. Although I couldn't imagine why she didn't just.