I forgive you. I know that you're going through a difficult time in your development. It's OK." She hugged me, and I really burst into tears."But, Mom..." I sobbed, "I really meant all I was saying about how much I love you and--and how much I want you...Don't despise me, Mom. I just couldn't help it." Oh, honey, honey," Mom cooed. "It's all right. I'm really flattered." She held me tightly, now face to face with me. We lay there clinging together for several minutes while the steady rain fell. Secretary General Mr. Jacques Descroix slowly moved to the podium at the front of the general assembly room. All eyes followed his progress. The expressions on people’s faces ranged from anger, to pity. Those who felt that the war was his fault tended to have the more visceral reaction to him, viewing him as an evil force who led them to a costly loss. Those who had sat on the sidelines arguing against the war felt that he was a pathetic figure.He reached the podium and tapped the microphone.. Pretty fancy notion if you ask me, but progress brings such things." I'm just trying to make a dollar!" complained the man."Who were they, Sidney?" Cross was tired of negotiating.The bartender's eyes darted left and right as he scowled. "I tell you and you leave me be ... right?" Depends," said Cross. "They caused a heap of trouble." They just showed up," complained Sidney. "I can't help it if somebody just walks in my doors."Cross started to turn. "Good luck with your business, Sydney," he. The other rooms on the ground floor appeared to be sitting rooms, a bit old-fashioned for her taste, looking as if the original layout and style of the place had been preserved. Frowning slightly, pursing her lips in concentration, and blocking her own reflection to see into the space between the heavy curtains, she gasped at what she saw. In the midst of a large four-poster bed covered with white bedding, lay a young man, obviously naked, and even more obviously aroused, his upper body covered.