After a long last look around the villa,I left the keys on the kitchen counter, closed the door behind me, andtossed my suitcase into the trunk of my ...right red BMW convertible.The drive to Monte Carlo was spectacular, on winding two-lane roadswhich hugged the rugged coastline. My little car handled them withease, and I was able to enjoy the view with the wind in my hair. When Iwas sure no other cars were in sight, I tossed the hard drive deep intoa glade. A pretty girl in the red. Long Road introduced the character to the reader in a very unfamiliar setting to him: this was a very, very young man who still had some belief in true love and in all those fairy tales about life. This was a young man who have signed up and joined the military, and left everything that he knew about family life and growing up and went into a completely different theater. The only things that this character had to hang onto at this particular moment in life were a girl back home that he left. My boss, Kate, had been a swimmer for most of her life and at the age of fifty five had a nice body. Her husband was pretty cool too. We got to be pretty close and would swim together after close. Then one day I was having some problems with my girlfriend, I tried to swim it off. Kate could tell something was bothering me. So after we swam I sat on a lounge chair. Kate came over and started to rub my back. "What is bothering you Kyle?" She asked. "Well Kate, girl problems." "Roll over and. .. Shall we say 1500 local time?”Inkie acknowledged that was fine, and they disconnected. Then, Alerted to the need but not the full reason, the governor’s household staff moved a small logistics transporter to the picnic area where a fire pit was already burning down to coals. Another pit had been roasting a pig for almost 24 hours, said replicated oinker having been prepared and buried almost as soon as Ben Haywood finished inviting Inkie.Exactly on the appointed hour, a nude Inkie stepped.