"Who are you?" Frank replied."This is Mr. Jeffery Lyons and I'm Nigel Woodhouse. We represent the British Embassy," Woodhouse introduced themselves. "...ould you kindly accompany us to the Embassy?" What is this all about?" We cannot tell you. To be honest, we have absolutely no idea. We were only sent to take you to the Ambassador. You will learn when you talk to one of the assistance's. Leave these bags in the lobby and we will make sure that they get to the train station on time for you to. I shook the cobwebs loose and sat up and grabbed it. I grabbed my watch and it said it was just after 3:00. “Hello?” I wasn’t sure, but I had a pretty good idea who would be calling.“You were supposed to call me this morning.” It was my father, as I expected, and he didn’t sound overly happy. Well, fuck him! This whole mess was their fault anyway.Marilyn rolled over and looked at me. I think she had figured out who was calling, too. “Well, Marilyn and I were out on the Boardwalk this. The police tortured them! Horrible things, electric devices, cattle prods... Whips and everything, the Bastinado of their feet and...Gang sex on them. You know how these people perv at white women and wives, and they're dirty bastards, they're all into anal sex and stuff!"She laughed that off. "No, love! That won't happen! Those are unproven reports and anyway that was about things twenty years ago! Now don't be silly, go on, I'll be back soon."I was escorted to the hotel by a policeman, to get. That would have been a consideration. I don’t want to offend Michelle and this is a special circumstance.”“Go have fun! We can spend the afternoon together!”I kissed her softly and went back down to the kitchen.“So,” I grinned, “What can I do for you?”She came very close and whispered, “Teach me to give a blowjob and how to have sex.”Mary turned bright red and looked down. I put my hand under her chin, lifted it gently, and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Her lips parted, and our tongues.