I leaned in and we started kissing again. "Why don't you come upstairs?" I offered."I can't," she sighed, "Besides, we've done too much already." T...o much?" I asked surprisingly, "The night is just getting started."Michelle rolled her eyes, "I have a boyfriend. I shouldn't be doing this." But you are," I tried to reason, "So there must be an interest."Michelle turned and sat down in her car. She stared at me as she cranked it up. She closed the door and rolled down the window. "Thank you. “There is no way that can come off now , not without the right , heavy equipment.He took a ladder and went to the centre of the kennels. He climbed the ladder , took the far end of the 30 foot long chain and secured it by padlock to a gromet in the roof , 20 feet off the ground.“You are now securely collared and the collar itself is now securely joined to the ceiling. It allows you to walk 30 feet within the perimeters’ of these kennels , but , it means that you can not reach as far as the exit. What am I to think, and what is the average American to think, of these actions?”“Mister President, for many years now our nations have been allied, and we have not allowed minor differences to detract from our joint mission of bringing peace to the entire region. Surely you cannot doubt the resolve of Saudi Arabia in this noble endeavor,” he countered.“Mister Ambassador, I sincerely hope that you are not categorizing the deaths of 3,200 Americans and an American president as a minor. "Me, too," chimed in Monica. Sean pulled three glasses off the glass rack and a bottle of champagne from the fridge. He poured a good measure into each glass and handed a flute each to Vicky and Monica. He raised his own glass to offer a toast. The two women followed his gesture. "To new found friends, to new adventures, to new beginnings!" They clinked flutes and drank the champagne. Sean set his champagne flute down. The moment had come. "Monica, neither Vicky, nor I, can know all that you.