The Sweetheart showed them to her. Ashley told her in detail. I was hard. I escaped out the door while I could and looked down."Down, boy. Down," I sa...d quietly to my erection. I started to walk it off. All of a sudden, the door opened. It was The Sweetheart. She looked down at my jeans. Her ever-so-observant eyes lit up."Oh my God. Chad, are you hard?" she said."Shit," I whispered."You are! Can I get something off my chest?" she said.I was intrigued. So, I tilted my head."I have a thing for. She walked back into the living room of her home, and stripped naked out of her catsuit. She slipped her heels on and adjusted her mask. "THIS will do even better." And with that, she grabbed her car keys, opened the door, and left her home. Naked.Since it was about 6:30 PM, the late day traffic was just finishing its course leaving Julie with an open road to her office. When she arrived she stepped out of her car, closed the door, locked it, and went to her office door. Feeling the cold handle. “Just go in,” Cassie called down the hallway. “What? No, he’s in the shower.” “Just go in. He would give anything to have you naked in the shower with him,” Cassie said. “Really? He doesn’t like me like that.” “If you need to take a shower just go in. He does this every time one of us needs to get out quickly. It’s a game to him” Cassie jumped up off the floor where she was stretching and marched to the bathroom door. She tried the door but it was locked. In typical Cassie fashion she was. “The minister is not happy about this Michael, not happy at all.” He paused. “So my question to you, Michael, is what can we do for this kid?”The ambassador’s approach today was at such odds from our encounter last time I was tempted to tell him I’d issue the damn visa, but even as it crossed my mind I realized that to do so was to abrogate everything I’d said in our earlier meeting.“Mr. Ambassador, is there any way to get an idea of what the company’s problem is? I don’t mean to pry, sir, but.