Emma asks if Donald would like her to drive for a while as he has been doing it all of it so far, and with such a long trek today.He assures her with ... little rest now, he will be fine.“How much of a rest do you want, sir?” Emma asks him, as her fingers roam up and down his thigh and then his crotch.“You little minx,” he replies and pulls her to him, so she has a better angle to provide him with the attention she is suggesting.Suddenly, Donald is pulled into a fantasy from Emma’s soft touch. . The anticipation of what’s to come gets the better of me and that nervous fight or flight is gone. I stand up tall, make eye contact with him and simply whisper the words,“Let’s get this party started.”As we’re walking down to the hotel, the hot lad shares with me there’s been a change to the plans as he took the liberty to check in before we met; there’ll be no awkward standing at reception, we can head straight up to the room. The way he looks at me says all I need to know; he’s taken control. Not many of those left anymore. At lease not under the age of seventy! She felt his gaze, almost as a physical touch, travel down the length of her body as she stood up. Taking her cell phone she walked toward the door. A breeze stirred his hair and she caught the light scent of his aftershave and him. Passing him she couldn’t stop reaching out and brushing the edge of his collar to feel the tickle of his hair on her finger tips. A brazen move, to familiar a thing to do to a stranger. Leaning. He grabbed hold of my arm “Oh no, we’re not going through that again! I’m going to arrest you . . .” He began but then was interrupted himself.“Special Agent Sonja Jones, FBI. This gentleman is under my protection, he’s guarding a kidnap victim!” It was the woman from the car she produced a badge which she showed the police officer.“So what? You have no jurisdiction here! So, buzz off Yank. This is England!” He was certainly belligerent about something.“On the contrary, your chief constable has.