..”Two seventy four?”Jim and I both nodded, “Sure.” “Why not.” “Yeah ... that’ll work.”We grinned again, rather satisfied with each ...ther.Then I said, “Might be more.”Abbie rounded on me, “Will you shut up!?”She looked at the ceiling ... at the floor ... out the window ... at the ceiling again ... counted on her fingers and said, “Fourteen million, one hundred forty one thousand, one hundred forty dollars.” She looked stunned for a bit ... sat down with a thud ... got back up ... looked at us. The duty officer wasn’t either, but getting a call from a former President reporting a terrorist bombing would get me to the highest ranking official possible at that the of the morning.“Mr. President, this is Deputy Director LeMay. We are tracking the explosion that occurred at your hotel and, quite frankly, Sir, we thought you might have perished in the blast. It is good to know you are alive and apparently mobile.“Give me your location and we will have you picked up within thirty minutes,. “Not too long Mister.” She replied.“Did you have any trouble?” he asked.“No Mister, no trouble.” she said meekly.“Good. I think I have everything we’ll need; OK stand up. We’ll get into the tent now for some of that live action you’ve been so desperate for.”She got shakily to her feet, he placed a hand on her arm to help her. She felt a duffel bag or backpack bump her leg as she turned.He let go her arm and she heard the sound of the zipper of the tent being raised. “OK crawl in.” he. I even had my new voice play me the recording of her thoughts while I was making love to her. My original voice had been correct, her imagination was fertile, and her way of expressing everything was so lurid and graphic. She would think of something, and a second or two later, I would be doing it to her. One of the biggest advantages of having all of this information available to me was that it allowed me to know exactly how she was reacting to what I was doing to her right away. She enjoyed.