The bookshelves still held the rows upon rows of old, leather bound books that must have sat there for many years. Had the house come fully furnished?...Did it belong to the organization? Too many questions, and not enough answers by half. A large mahogany table was covered with maps and charts. Dan waved us all over to it. It seemed we were located near a city in Kentucky called Allensville. Our objective was to check out a breeding ranch nearby. It was called Worthington Stables. The name. However today he was wearing jeans and a polo shirt with the company logo on it of course. He always dressed comfortable when he flew. He looked around at the terminal to see if Miss Marshal was there and was shocked when he didn’t see her there waiting. He just figured she would be there 2 hours early to ensure she didn’t miss her flight. Miss Marshal (Janet to everyone she knew not from work) was at the airport lounge getting a little pre-flight courage. She wasn’t a great flier, but she. Jon stood behind me and started to rub my neck. As his warm hands worked its magic on my neck, I knew his fingers wanted to work on lower parts of my body. Youre really tense, relax. Am I hurting you? he stopped for a moment waiting for a response. Youre so tight! Im sure he was thinking, I bet thats not the only thing thats so tight. No, it feels good. I jumped down from the stool and started to move away, my actions contradicting my reply. With a determined look on his face, Jon came up. "Oh, I see what you mean. If it is expected that a director has a companion of one sort or another, then I shall be able to attend with a personable young lady, provided nothing gets back to my prospective bride."Angelina gave a short laugh of delight. "My dear sir, we shall all be delighted to meet the lady, with no such threat. I shall be attending in my new capacity as the fiancée of another director, John Frederickson." Oh, my dear, please accept my hearty congratulations." Mary looked on,.