She was in his personal space and he seemed a bit nervous. “I hope I did not embarrass you. I sometimes forget when I am home alone to ... well to d...ess properly. I find this much more comfortable. So tell me Ken, is Taylor taking good care of you.” Ken started to fidget as Karen moved closer.Karen had Ken almost backed up to the wall when he asked nervously, “What do you mean?”“I know you two are having sex. And I want to make sure Taylor is not just playing with your feelings. She is not just. “Thanks, Uncle Dave,” her young voice genuinely full of gratitude and happiness at the thought of five days staying in a hotel, another new experience for her, and all the different sights and experiences she and her mother had planned out for the next five days. I still had more than enough fears and doubts about what I’d agreed with Luther, but looking into that bright and happy face seemed to help banish my fears to a locked draw at the very back of my brain.During the five hours of the. " I said looking at Terry. He had the grace to look embarrassed."My name is Mr. Lauder. I work for the NSA, and we want you." He said confidently."How do you do, Mr. Lauder. I am Mr. Lindsy, and I already have a job, thanks anyway." I said politely. National Security Agency? Suddenly it made a lot more sense. I felt a vast sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach."Come now Paul. May I call you Paul?" He asked as if it were already a foregone conclusion that we would be on a first name basis.I. He wondered hotly in which of these cities, all of them scenes of earlier adventures, the spectacular event she wanted to tell him about had taken place. Possibly Milan, he decided. There had been one evening while she was there on which he had not got an answer from the phone in her room. “Is it available for home use Em?” he asked. He would really like to give Em a massage on their bed while she was wearing that. She winked at him. “Of course,” she said, and winked again. “Have you got tired.