Quiet. Be still. Shall we, you and I? Shall we, our buttock muscles tense and clasping, our stomachs fluttering in hope, our breath trickling raggedly...from open lips as half closed eyes transfix on the steady undulation of exposed breasts? Shall we allow those clamped thighs to fall apart, to feel the soft breeze to play across our moisture coated skin? Shall we pull nectar infused air deep into our lungs and revel in the gorgeous aroma of our own wantonness? Shall we wriggle the smooth rounded. I work for my dad. Mystery solved," CJ replied, smiling. "But it isn't like everyone thinks. I mean, I have my degree in business. And I've started my MBA." Oh no! I didn't mean it like that. I'm sure His Majesty is VERY smart!"CJ shook his head. "I see I've stepped in it now." Nah. It's OK. You wanna know the title I had for you?" Oh? Not sure I DO want to know." Mr. 330!" I laughed.CJ looked at me, curiously. "I don't..." Your car! You drive a THREE Series BMW." What's wrong with my car?" CJ. ‘Fuck,’ she whispered, ‘fucking calm down.’ There was too much work to do. ‘I like this dress better,’ a familiar voice said cooly and she whipped herself around. Lounging on the red velvet seats along the wall sat the same man, Viktor. Same dusty blond baby hair tucked under a sooty cap. Same red workers uniform. His face was marked by a short blond beard and, for the first time, Emeline really saw him in his entirety. He smiled an unbearably genuine grin in her direction, and her face went. It was kind of bizarre that the same soldiers who'd been whooping at our ladies' raunchy sex show now sat around us so grimly professional. At least, looking at them, you felt protected.I looked at Cindy and took her hand in mind. "Are you sure you want to do this?"She looked back at me and for the first time I felt that there was love in her eyes. "Yes, Ricky, I want to do it for you, and for our country," she said. "It will be a beautiful way of... doing it for the first time." I think I love.