And Harold convinced him that he and his backers could, in fact, put Carson's company out of business here in the Northeast. Finally, Carson took the ...ragmatic approach."His name is Calvin Swinford," Carson said at last. "He's a sometime freelance writer for various newspapers and he has tried for years to be the next George Stephanopoulos; you know; a politically-motivated reporter who gets into politics just long enough to establish his creds for something bigger later in journalism."Harold. In reality, she was excited that the trip was getting extended. She agreed for the Saturday 11 am flight for return and asked them to make the service apartment for two nights. “Srini, two nights in Pune then, be prepared,” she said. I just said, “Sure Ma’am” and came back to my desk.On Thursday evening, we met at the airport. She wore a long checks shirt and jeans; it was casual but not revealing. We sat next to each other and she lifted the separating armrest so that our shoulders were in. My husband's best man at our wedding was a frightful character. He was a criminal, and looked every inch the thug I had heard he was. His education was practically non existent, as he mumbled a lot and slurred his speech, but no one in their right mind corrected him.We all stayed in the same hotel the reception was held in, to allow people not to drive home intoxicated, and we planned our honeymoon to start after breakfast, driving through the Channel Tunnel to France.I showered before. Why do I need to wear high heels for a sponge bath?” I gently hold her chin in my hand. “Because the guy whose dream this is wants it that way.” The nurse nods meekly. “Well, you have a point there.” She then steps into the tub and turns the water on. I take the sponge from the counter and wet it thoroughly, then I squirt some liquid soap on. I begin to run the sponge all over her naked body, from her shoulders, to her back, to her breasts (lingering on her erect little nipples), to her.