“What’s so funny?” Looking dejected, she held her arms out, waiting for him to lift the television up from the cart. Straining, he lifted the ...elevision from the car and pulled the edge to the dropped tailgate. Arms were shaking, he was amazed when the cardboard box made it to the right height and settled on the metal. “Alright, I’m gonna push it in,” he said. “Not yet I hope, we got to get the television settled,” she giggled. Laughing with her, he went to the other edge of the giant. A phone call to Abrams reserved a lorry that would be big enough to haul the fissile material.He changed clothes and slipped out a side entry to the Albany Hotel, took public transport to the Abrams & Sons site and soon drove away with the lorry. He drove down to the wharves, looking for a “space for let” sign in the warehouse district, near Maydon Wharf Street – the street that ran along the primary docking facility in Durban’s busy port.Sometime in the next 48 – 72 hours, the Star of Kish. We sit down in our booth, you sliding along, we’re sitting right next to one another as the champagne comes over… Drinking slowly. We’re a bottle down when you suggest taking the next one to the bedroom. Your hand has been working my thigh for the last two glasses. I ask for a bucket and another bottle. I’m informed they’ll be along to our room straight away. We move towards the lift. As soon as the door closes you are pressed against the mirror. One of my hands lifting your leg you pull me. He wasn’t alone. It would be easier to hide his arousal if he wasn’t the sole focus of attention.The door opened to reveal Ms. Lynnwell, one hand rested on her hip, her high-heeled foot tapping in annoyance. “Come on in, Mr. Lukas,” she huffed, “you’re late.”“By, like, thirty seconds,” Eli mumbled under his breath as he walked past her, his eyes trained on the floor. He glanced up at the room, and internally groaned as he saw that he was, in fact, going to be alone. What? Why had he heard.