I stopped by the Polish Embassy and found them in the midst of packing up all their papers and heading to the rail station to return to their offices ...n Warsaw. There were no smiles on any face and I saw the Gestapo “watchers” taking down the plate of any car that stopped outside the Embassy and decided it would be best for me to pretend to be a tourist and not there on business at all.I noticed several of the workers in the Embassy were wearing the required “yellow stars” and I had this sudden. ..my apologies. I was expectingsomeone else this evening..."Oliver was charmed by the Comtesse's gentle voice and countered with hisown Southern-style firting. "Oh please Madame, I reckon such a lovelygal as yourself can't waste too much time on an ol' hound dog like me."Angelique nodded, and then suddenly noticed the box Oliver was carrying."I see you have my box...where did you get it?"Oliver grinned as he presented the box in front of Angelique, slowlyopening it to reveal the ornately. I actually walked 3 miles to the bar just to try to clear my head. I stood across the street staring into the parking lot Knowing i couldnt go in.Frustration and anxiety playing incredible tricks on my psyche.As i walked away from the bar after a few minutes , angry at myself...and more importantly disappointed. I decided to call her. "Hello ?" she answered."hey" Whats up Hun?" she inquired"Im freaking out baby" Why ?" Im scared and insecure. I'm a fucking retard. i cant do this tonight" ummmm. “Morning, Ma’am, got a parcel here for you!” I thought I heard a strange undertone in her voice while she smiled at me with clear, blue eyes, but I blinked and told myself that I wasn’t really awake yet. It was hard not to stare at her boobs, two small oranges that were just the right size for her sleek body. Their shape was perfectly hugged by the top, and they appeared just so firm and inviting. “Uhm, come in, please,” I stammered and stepped to the side. “I’ll just put it on the table,” she.