I crept alongand risked a glance over the bannister, seeing the room below was fullof people -- crowded with what I imagined were new arrivals who'd h...adedright here. I looked around, hoping to catch sight of William's familiarface in the crowd, but he was nowhere to be seen. Hopefully, he was busycontacting the WestWorld staff about his friend and the mysterious womanwho'd woken up in his body by mistake.A card game erupted into a fist fight between two muscle-y blokes and afat, balding man in. “Well, forget it Amber. You can just be pissed off. Sooner or later you might see that I have a point, but you are already more than sold on this being 100% wrong as far as you are concerned. So I guess we’re just going to leave now,” Karen said. I didn’t want to leave things like that quite yet. “Wait. Hold on a minute,” I said. “No Amber, there is really nothing else to say,” Karen replied. Then I came over to her. I gave her a hug. I started shed a few tears. When she saw it, so did she. “I. .S.O.S." Pa...Ma...I think someone's going to try to kill the president!" Withoutanother word she was gone, down into the basement, out the secret tunneland into the skies, heading east as fast as her powers would carry her.While she flew, she used her telescopic vision and super-vision toconfirm the president's location: He and the First Lady were at BlairHouse, the historic home across the street from the White House that wasserving as their temporary residence while the presidential mansion. He really didn’t need any lubrication because she was soaking wet in anticipation of taking him deep inside her feminine folds. Matt warmed up her backside with his heavy hands and she loved his rough attitude and his verbal assault on her calling her a bitch and a whore and a lot of things that under normal circumstances would have annoyed her no end.Listening to his litany of lewdness, she felt deeply humiliated and that was the magic ingredient she so desperately needed to stir up her honey.