You clumsily felt for it, holding it in front of your face and reading the message scribbled in my bad handwriting last night: "Meet me in the field, ...nder the oak tree at 11, don't be late xx". You fumbled for your phone and saw it was 10:15. "Shit," you mumbled to yourself before stumbling out of bed and into the bathroom. I sat cross-legged in a clearing round the oak tree. I was sat on a blanket and I had a few pillows behind me and around me. I looked around; to the right was a huge. Peacekeeping force was still in the making and I hoped that I would be out of there before it came into being and started to enforce the European Union solution on the civil war.I visited the British Embassy which was in walking distance from my hotel and the security chief there told me that the American Embassy was closed up and they were helping to take care of their interests as best they could under the circumstances.He was a nice man in his fifties and retired from military service.Of. . my place is upstairs” I told her.We hugged and kissed in the lift on the way up to my apartment.On entering the apartment, I set the apartment to ‘romantic’ setting - dimming the lights and setting the blinds and curtains to open. My apartment had a lot of automation built in to suit moods and time of the day.“Come with me” I told her as I led her towards the lounge room.I sat again ... and she climbed onto my lap again.“Where were we up to?” she asked, taking one of my hands and placing it. She wore my favorite worn tattered pair of light washed blue jeanshorts with a brown belt. I knew they would take that belt off and put it around her wrists or neck. The shorts were cut very low. They barely covered her round ass cheeks. They were tight and showed her ass off nicely. They were her favorites. The fabric by now was worn and bleached. The side seams along her outter leg on each side had worn and given way up along the bottom about a quarter inch.Her dark tanned legs ran down to a.