“I’ll be back in a minute,” I eventually said, eager to ease the discomfort in my bladder. “Would you like another drink?” “Please,” he ...eplied. Glad of the escape I slipped into the downstairs toilet, sat down and released the pressure in my belly, the comforting hiss bringing with it considerable relief and giving me a chance to gather my thoughts. What on earth did a girl say to the man who has just deflowered her? My entire sexual history had taken place over little more than the last. She did say that she'll be back tomorrow." Didn't Gordon or Nancy show up?" They must have decided to take the day off." You and Charlie had to do all the work?" Paige asked, sounding perplexed. She was wearing a summer dress. She smiled when she saw me looking at the way she had one leg tucked under the other one, showing a bare knee."It worked out fine. Nadine helped price some of the stuff before she left. Anyway, I had a visit from the Historical Preservation Society yesterday. She says we. " No movement. Put your arms out on the couch. They are not to move, do you understand?" Yes."The blindfold is tight against your eyes. You open them, and see nothing but black."If you move I will tie you up, and whip you senseless. OK?" Yes." Good. Now listen, and learn."You hear me leave the room. Your heart is pounding. What is going on? What is about to happen?The door reopens. You can tell immediately that I am not alone."Do you see what I mean? Doesn't she have terrific tits? And look at. I was pleased to discover that no matter how contrived the embrace was that my body was having an effect on his. I could tell that from his slightly glazed eyes and even more so from the erection that was mashed against my thigh. Still, business before pleasure and all that. His whisper drove any thoughts of sex away. Well, immediate sex anyway."Bridget, Mister Emerson sent me." That set off alarm bells. Jorge Emerson was the Assistant Economic Attache. He was also the CIA Station Chief and not.