And smiled. Then her face got very serious.“How do you feel this morning?” He slipped his hands under her shirt and lifted her breasts.“I think ...ou can tell pretty well. You’ve already got my nipples up. But, you mean about last night. I feel great.”“Was he good?” her husband asked.“Oh yes, love. He was good, he was different, he made me come a whole lot. How about you? Did it go all right?”“Sure. I mean, she was as eager and into it as you were. We’ve known these guys a long time. We know them. At first she was hesitant but then she clung to me like a drowning victim clings to a floating piece of wood. I don’t know how long we stood there as she sobbed into my chest and I gently caressed her hair, but eventually she came back to herself and she eased herself away from me and pulling open one of the drawers she pulled out some tissues and quickly fixed herself up. ‘Well that was embarrassing to say the least,’ she smiled ‘but thanks for that.’ ‘Anytime,’ I answered. ‘You might want to. Cobbel wake up at such an ungoldy hour this morning and waste his time?’ ‘Well, I think it’s more like Mr. Cobbel wasted his time with you and your terrible negotiations.’ I slid my card down the table – gliding it inches away from Cobbels coffee. ‘If you were any good at negotiating – which you’re not – but if you were, you’d see that this is an unfair deal for us. Yes the hit you take in arms being sold to us is immense. However, with the current climate in the Middle East, do you really. But that was something for another day.“Let me go see how the girls are doing,” I said.I kissed both my wives, then went back to the ‘Indian’ room to find Birgit still sitting in Samantha’s lap, but they were talking now, and laughing.“Your daughter is so funny!” Samantha said. “According to her, you’re some sort of combination of Superman, Jesus Christ, and Don Juan!”“Daddy is best!” Birgit said, hopping up from Samantha’s lap and hurrying to me.“I love you, Pumpkin.”I picked her up and hugged.