" Teresa told her. "Alright, later." Melissa sais and hung up the phone. She quickly looked over and saw that Michael went back into the house. She w...nt inside her house to get out of her bikini and get dressed into her white shorts and blue top and matching tennis shoes. She was waiting for Teresa to come over to give her the details of her plan. Melissa had her plan mapped out when she hung up the phone. Teresa arrived over 10 minutes later and Melissa started to talk. Melissa basically said. There was no mention of it in my book." She paused for a moment. "Sire, my book said we lived in Cairo, and that my husband's name is... was Sofian. He was a commander, CL-8, a Priest." She looked very timid. "Sire?"I nodded. "Yes? It's okay to speak freely. Ask anything you want." Yes, sincere gratitude. Sire? Can I walk to Cairo? Is it possible?"I sighed. "Cairo is about ninety kilometers north from here. My wife and I are on a survival test too. We're heading south to Jericho." I thought for. Getting into her BMW, she started it up and listened to the wonderful sound of its enormously powerful engine. To Dacey it was an almost sensual sensation. As she drove to the plant, she realized that her AT parking sticker had gone with her old Datsun so she had to park in a visitors space.Marching up to the main entrance, she announced herself to the receptionist and asked to see Mr. Morrison and Mr. Miller, or either of them.“Who shall I say is calling?” the receptionist asked, looking up at. Suddenly, the song ended, and they returned to the bar.Maura finished off her drink, then gave him a long wetkiss, running her hands all over his upper body,finally pulling his hand inside her blouse to caressher bare breasts. Then she turned and started towardme. Her breasts bounced and her nipples were strainingagainst the thin cloth of her blouse. Oh, shit, I thought. She’s going to get her bag andvest and leave with this fucking stud. Instead, she picked up her pocketbook and vest.