Both men studied each other for a moment. The French president looked tired."Good day and congratulations on surviving the disaster." President David ...anning, told the French President. There was a moment of silence as a translation was done."Thank you Mr. President. It pleases me that you too survived. However, I am disturbed and troubled. I have received news from our astronaut aboard the space station that you ordered all our satellites destroyed. Is this true?" Asked the French. His door was closed and so she put her ear up against it to hear better. It was definitely a feminine voice and she was having as good a time as Veronica had just had in her dream. Whoever she was she was making cute little noises and she could now hear her brother’s grunts of passion. She stood up to leave but part of her balked at leaving and not seeing what was going on. As in the dream her hand moved of its own volition and soon she was peeking in the crack of the open door. Her brother was. Ron told John about their troubles the past few days and told him about killing the two Bower brothers.John shook his head; "I sent a bullet over their heads a month ago. They were trying to steal my horse. I think they wanted to eat it. I know the State Police were here looking for them for a while. I don't know what for."Ron pulled the wanted posters out of his jacket and handed them to John."Nasty fellows, huh," he grunted. He handed the papers back to Ron."Oh, I forgot to ask you," John. She ordered her coffee and found a corner where no on one else sitting, opened her laptop and started to check her emails.Sat at a table a couple of tables from hers, was Bob, Bob was between jobs so had decided to treat himself to a coffee, he was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt reading a newspaper.He glanced across to the corner table to see Frankie and the first thing he noticed was her black nylon encased legs crossing and uncrossing under the table. What he really wanted to know was whether.