I logged into VCATS again and paged the Namibia embassy. Josie was still working the console.“Josie, can you find me a Bible, page Andy and find a c...uple of additional people to be witnesses on your end?” I asked.“Sure, there is a bible in the recreation room. Andy will be here in a moment,” Josie said, and then she went to get the bible.“Mr. President, you sit in this chair that the camera is focused on and Mr. Secretary, in the other one and I will stand to the side of you,” I said.Andy came. Once the mask was on, breathing was restricted, the vision was compromised, the feeling was claustrophobic.It definitely was not one of those loose faux-leather masks that are available in every sex shop, at the front, the vanilla section. The seal was tight around my head; the only air I could get was through the filter – it tasted metallic, mixed with the taste of rubber. The sound inside the mask resembled the one of being underwater – strangely contained, intensified, interspersed with your. Sitting opposite across the dining table afforded Brian a view of my cleavage and all of the curvy contours of my body. The thin nylon wrap around belt that held my nightie together had clearly worked loose during my effort to rush downstairs and answer the door, in essence more boob was on display than what the wrap over nightie contained.I suddenly realised just how much I was enjoying the whole situation. Brian struggled to maintain eye contact, his gaze constantly falling on the vast. Remember, if things get out of hand, leave. I won't hold it against you. This guy might be all right. But he might be dangerous. I had a guy like him once, years ago. He killed the girl and got away with it. The cops never even talked to him about the murder." Jeez," Ellie said. "Didn't even talk to him?" He had paid someone off, someone high up. This guy is like that, he's connected. No one's going to bother him. So be careful, understand?" I will, and thanks for the tip."Hot gusts of air.